(A sixteenth century restaurant. Medieval music plays in the background as the King enjoys dinner with his fiancee.) Fiancee: Tell me about your last wife. King: Oh, you don't want to hear about that. Fiancee: I'd feel more secure going into this marriage with open eyes. King: (Sigh!) Very well. What do you want to know? Fiancee: What did you love about her? King: Her sister had eight male children. I need to father a boy to succeed me effectively as King. Fiancee: How did you meet? King: My wife introduced me to her. Fiancee: Your wife? You mean you were already married? King: Technically speaking, perhaps, but I've changed the laws to straighten that all out. Fiancee: I see. How did your earlier marriage end? King: Decapitation. Fiancee: (Aghast) And you still don't have a male heir... King: Yes, decapitation again. Waiter! Fiancee: (Terrified) And what would happen to me if I failed to bear you a son? King: (Patting her hand) There, there, dear, don't lose your head over it. |
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© 2007, 2015. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Skulls in the Closet
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