Going to the Dogs
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SYLVIA
Lord, deliver me from these miserable old farts, bingo chips, and church services sung in hillbilly fashion!
DIANE
I don’t go to church. I stopped in the ‘60’s when my minister refused to marry Danny and me.
SYLVIA
He refused to marry you?
DIANE
She.
SYLVIA
She? Oh please. ‘Guess I’m not a Libber.
DIANE
I’m all for women in the pulpit, but Pastor Nancy-Fancy Pants ruled the holy roost! All Danny and I wanted was to get married on the beach and this “saint” refused. She thought it highly improper to marry in jeans, flip flops, and a veil.
SYLVIA
(Appalled)
You actually wore a wedding veil with jeans?
DIANE
(Shrugging)
Sure! ‘Total freedom from the extraneous.
SYLVIA
Well for heaven’s sake, what did you expect then?
DIANE
We were having a fantastic wedding, that’s what I was thinking. Guru Leet Patel ended up marrying Danny and me. We danced all night to tambourines on sand dunes.
SYLVIA
A Guru married you? I’ve heard it all now. Whew.
In this 10-Minute original farce, a free-thinking retired woman, Sylvia, discovers that her deceased husband has been reincarnated as her dog. A surreal and hilarious Fantasy/Comedy by Pamela Steadman. Acting script.
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SYLVIA
Lord, deliver me from these miserable old farts, bingo chips, and church services sung in hillbilly fashion!
DIANE
I don’t go to church. I stopped in the ‘60’s when my minister refused to marry Danny and me.
SYLVIA
He refused to marry you?
DIANE
She.
SYLVIA
She? Oh please. ‘Guess I’m not a Libber.
DIANE
I’m all for women in the pulpit, but Pastor Nancy-Fancy Pants ruled the holy roost! All Danny and I wanted was to get married on the beach and this “saint” refused. She thought it highly improper to marry in jeans, flip flops, and a veil.
SYLVIA
(Appalled)
You actually wore a wedding veil with jeans?
DIANE
(Shrugging)
Sure! ‘Total freedom from the extraneous.
SYLVIA
Well for heaven’s sake, what did you expect then?
DIANE
We were having a fantastic wedding, that’s what I was thinking. Guru Leet Patel ended up marrying Danny and me. We danced all night to tambourines on sand dunes.
SYLVIA
A Guru married you? I’ve heard it all now. Whew.