VERL
                             (standing up from the
                              chair)
                         Now is the time when I have to say
                         "enough is enough." All your bad,
                         negative thoughts, words and lies
                         can't control me and my
                         destination.  I'm standing up.
                             (he sits)
                         That's what I'm going to do. 
                         That's what I have to do. 
                         Otherwise, there might not be
                         another chance.
                             (slight pause)
                         I know...that Big Bob is right. 
                         But I also know that I have the
                         choice to either move on and live
                         my life the way I want.  Or let him
                         get the best of me.  I'm beginning
                         to believe that there is no such
                         thing as a happy medium.  Well,
                         except at carnivals and school
                         bazaars.

               Verl then straightens his suit, smooths his hair and then
               stares intensely straight ahead out above the audience.  He
               pause a few moments, closes his eyes begins his mantra.

                                   VERL
                         I will not muck this up, hing-yaw. 
                         I will not muck this up, hing-yaw. 
                         I will not muck this up, hing-yaw. 
                         I will not smuck this up, hing-ya.
                             (pause)
                         No, wait.  I will not muck this up,
                         hing-ya.
                             (under his breath)
                         That's it, that's it.  I will not
                         much this up much, hing-ya.
                             (pause, becomes
                              frustrated.)
                         Oh, scruba-shing-lukie!  OK, focus
                         now, Verl, focus!  You can do this.
                             (he begins yet again.)
                         I will not muck this up, hing-yaw. 
                         I will not much this up, hing-ya.
                             (pause, focuses harder.)
                         Owwwww...dan-dibbler, sheba!  F-u-c
                         k it all to double tooth pricks!
                             (Verl then slaps his hand
                              over his mouth. He has a
                              look of terror on his
                              face.)
                         Bad word, bad word, bad word.  Take
                         it back, take it back, take it
                         back.
                             (He then spins around
                              three times and claps his
                              hands. He is breathing
                              heavily.)
                         There.  All better.  All better,
                         now.  All gone, adios.

               Holly then tip-toes from around the corner.  She is now
               wearing a baby doll pajama out fit with spike heels.  She
               watches Verl composing himself.  After a few moments, she
               lets' out a sigh.

                                   VERL
                         Holly!  I'm not finished yet!
                             (looks towards the door)
                         I told you that I would think about
                         going to the Dairy Queen later!

                                   HOLLY
                             (baby talk)
                         Horny, now.

                                   VERL
                         There is a time and place for
                         everything.  And this is not the
                         time nor will it be the place.

                                   HOLLY
                             (still in baby talk voice)
                         But I want it...nooowwww.  I can't
                         wait.  You know when I get a
                         hankering' for some nookie, that I
                         got to get me some or I get
                         all...all...something.  Ya got a
                         dreamscicle?

                                   VERL
                         No.  Now you need to control
                         yourself.  Take some Comtrax or
                         viagra or something.  That might
                         calm you down.

                                   HOLLY
                         I'm just wanting some hot man
                         loving.  And it's been awhile since
                         I got any sweet, pulsing,
                         throbbing, hot, steamy, sweaty,
                         pulsing...

                                   VERL
                         You said that one already!  To get
                         this job?  Don't you want me to be
                         a fulfilled, complete person in
                         society?  To contribute something
                         to mankind?  To make my mark?

                                   HOLLY
                         I already made Mark.  And he was
                         yum-dilly-icious!  So much so that
                         I wanted...
                             (she begins to sing-or the
                              actual recording of MORE,
                              MORE, MORE by Andrea True
                              and does a little sex
                              dance.)
                         More, more, more!  How do you like
                         it?  How do you like it?  More,
                         more, more!  How do you like your
                         love?

                                   VERL
                         STOP!  That song is so degrading to
                         nymphomaniacs.  Why must you behave
                         in such a lurid fashion?

                                   HOLLY
                         I can't help it!  I try, honest, I
                         do.  But it's like this raging
                         hormone takes over my whole being
                         and there's not a thing I can do
                         about it.  Got a drum stick?

                                   VERL
                         NO!  Now will you just try to
                         control yourself for Peter sakes!

                                   HOLLY
                             (taken back)
                         What?

                                   VERL
                         You heard me, missy.  Take control
                         of yourself.  Nobody appreciates
                         having someone throw themselves at
                         you like a two bit l-o-o-k-e-r!

                                   HOLLY
                         Looker?

                                   VERL
                         No!  I mean HOOKER, you dumb Shem
                         lockie!

                                   HOLLY
                             (shocked)
                         Why, Verly!  Shem-lockie?!  I never
                         heard you talk like this before!

                                   VERL
                         See now!  You made me swear.  And I
                         don't appreciate people who force
                         me to speak in such a..way! 
                         So...knock it off, will ya!
                             (Holly looks at Verl for a
                              moment with her mouth
                              opened and speechless.
                              Then she changes her tone
                              after a moment then goes
                              back to flirting. She
                              walks over to him and
                              begins to twirl his hair
                              with her finger.)

                                   HOLLY
                         My, my, my Mister Verly, burly man. 
                         I didn't realize that there was
                         such a wild animal underneath. 
                         Grrrrrrrrr!

               Verl slaps her hand.  She jumps back in shock.

                                   VERL
                         Stop that, h-u-s-s-y!  There are a
                         few things you don't know about
                         me...I think.  I mean, there are
                         going to be some changes.  And
                         there are a startin' right now!

                                   HOLLY
                         But, we have such fun!  Why ruin a
                         good thing when you got it, baby. 
                         Got any cool whip?

                                   VERL
                         NO, NO and NO.  This isn't working
                         any more, Holly.  I'm tired of
                         making lewd advances at people that
                         I'm not even stimulated by.  And
                         you just make a play for anything
                         that moves!  But not this time. 
                         I'm gonna get this job come h-e-l-l
                         or high water.  You hear me?!

               Holly takes a step back.  She is pouting.

                                   HOLLY
                         Maybe later, then?

                                   VERL
                         No.  No later.  No Dairy Queen.  No
                         Cool Whip.  No w-e-t willies.  No
                         more.  Nada.  Nine.  Crease and
                         assist.