Play: Seascape With Sharks and Dancer, by Don Nigro
Copyright: 1974, 1985 by Don Nigro
Character Info: Just a little background, Tracy is kinda crazy. This is a 2 character show. Ben, the male, fishes Tracy out of the ocean, clothes her and takes care of her... and she decides to stay after the first night... and they end up being a couple for several months.
At this point in the play, (after having been together for several months) Tracy has just revealed that she is pregnant, and had no intention of telling Ben about any of it. She, in the next scene, ponder aloud to Ben, the prospect of terminating the pregnancy.
A play very much worth reading, if you can find it.
I'm going to include a little bit of the pre-conversation. There are a few lines from Ben in the monologue, but I'm going to write it as it's written in the script so you can alter it to a monologue of your satisfaction. Everything but the monologue portion, however, will be in "small" font.
Ben: How long have you been pregnant?
Tracy: I don't know. You tell ME, Sherlock, you're so smart. What difference does that make?
Ben: It'd be nice to know when you're going to have it.
Ben: Why didn't you tell me?
Tracy: I just did.
Ben: I mean, why didn't you tell me before?
Tracy: I didn't know before.
Ben: Before what?
Tracy: Before I found out. That makes sense. Doesn't that make sense?
Ben: There's no reason to get upset. The damage is already done.
Tracy: Damage. That's a nice way to put it.
Ben: I didn't mean it that way.
Tracy: What other way is there? Here's the thing growing inside me like a fungus and there goes our lives. At least MY life. I guess it doesn't do much to yours.
Ben: It does as much to me as it does to you.
Tracy: Really? You going to get up every morning and throw up with me?
Ben: Why don't you just sit down and relax?
Tracy: I AM sitting down.
Ben: Well, relax.
Tracy: I'm relaxing. Is it going to make me less pregnant? (She gets up and begins pacing.)
Ben: You like children.
Tracy: I hate children.
Ben: Nobody hates children.
Tracy: My father hates children.
Ben: He does not.
Tracy: He hates ME.
Ben: That's different.
Tracy: Why is it different?
Ben: I notice you're pretty jealous of other people's children.
Tracy: Whose children?
Ben: Like you wish they were yours. I've seen you.
Tracy: Your understanding of character is literary, not visceral.
Ben: What the hell does that mean?
Tracy: Visceral. It means --
Ben: I know what visceral means.
Tracy: You treat people like they were characters in books. (**Ben, by the way, is the authour of the Great American Novel, which is being stored in the refrigerator.) You have not sense of cause and effect. You have no sense of reality. You have no sense. you're and idiot. They should lock you up and eat the key.
Ben: I don't understand what that's got to do with you being pregnant.
Tracy: Of course you don't.
You don't understand anything about anything. And do you know why?
Ben: No. Tell me why.
Tracy: I'll tell you why.
Ben: I thought you would.
You can't connect things up in your mind. When I tell you I'm going to meet you some place and you go and wait there for two hours and then come home and find me sitting here eat a popsicle, what do you do? Do you yell at me? Do you beat me up? Do you throw me out? No. You come over and lick my popsicle. Like you expected me not to come but you waited anyway and then you come home and act like you're not even mad.
Ben: What flavor popsicle?
Tracy: You asshole.
Ben: So I accept you. So what? (**This part would need some editing to create a more natural flow)
But you DON'T accept me. You don't even SEE me. You see some nice little drippy-eyed girl who just can't help herself because of her unfortunate childhood toilet training experiences, when in reality I am a normal healthy person who screams a lot and knows exactly what she's doing. You can't be anybody's father. You're unfit. You can't just ACCEPT your children. You've got to teach them how to handle themselves and how rotten the world is. We can't have a baby.
Ben: Well we're GOING to have one, so we'll just have to make the best of it, won't we?
That's another thing wrong with you. You're always trying to make the best of things. Do you realize what a pain in the ass that is? There are many things you just can't make the best out of, and I'm one of them. I am not domesticable, I never WAS domesticable, and I'm never going to BE domesticable, so just forget it. Boy, I should have got out of here so fast when I could have. Babies are the worst trap there is. They make you old. We'll be OLD.
Ben: I think we ought to go to bed now and talk about it tomorrow.
That's it, stuff it under the sheets, a little early morning fuck and a nap will make it all right. That's what got us into this damn thing in the first place.
I know it's slightly long, and it's going to take some work... but it's a good one.