A MAN (PAT) IS GOING TO SEE A THERAPIST (BOB), BOB HAS A BIG YAMAHA KEYBOARD (HE SINGS, AND PLAYS ALL HIS ANSWERS IN A LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT STYLEE)
PAT
I wasn't sure about therapy, I'm a bit shy. But my friend said, that music therapy, was a gentler way of expressing my self.
LONG PAUSE.
Ok I'll start, I find I'm crying all the time.
ROB
I know all there is to know about the crying game
Ive had my share of the crying game
PAT
It's just I don't know how to stop, I feel so sad.
ROB
Dont want no more of the crying game
Dont want no more of the crying game
PAT
Ok, that's a bit harsh. I think my dad sexually abused me, I surpressed it, I was younger than 5.
ROB
Kisses for me
save all your kisses for me.
Bye bye
baby bye bye. Don't cry honey
don't cry.
Won't you save them for me
even though you're only three.
PAT
I don't no why I'm telling you this, you're horrible. I mean it gave me an Oedipuse complex, and she was so disgusted she stopped talking to me.
ROB
Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn't want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn't need me,
PAT
You're horrible, but I'm desperate what should I do?
ROB
kill yer parents / burn their bodies
bury the ashes / find out what you want
PAT
Thanks, it's also clear now. I'll do it, thanks, and I'll tell every one you showed me the way.
PAT PULLS OUT AN ENORMOUS KNIFE AND LEAVES THE ROOM.
ROB
there may be trouble ahead,
but while theres moonlight and music and love and romance,
let's face the music and dance.