Drommen sits at the window. Phillipa takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: It’s you again!
Phillipa: Well look at that; so it is.
Drommen: I think I’m ready this time.
Phillipa: To masturbate for me? Isn’t that lovely.
Drommen opens his trenchcoat.
Phillipa:(pulls an apple out of her bag and takes a big juicy bite) You know, I’ve never done this before. (wipes juice off her chin) Is it going to be messy?
Drommen: (watching her) Errr …
Phillipa: Because I have tissues in here somewhere. (digs in her purse and pulls out a pair of panties) Can you hold this for me?
Drommen takes them.
Phillipa: I had to take those off earlier today. I’m going commando right now.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: They were just so wet … I get very excited, just spontaneously. You might not be the only one who needs a tissue here.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: Oh here they are. (pulls out a package of tissues and holds her hand out) Can I have those back now.
Drommen: Sure.
Phillipa: Okie dokie. Whip it out, and let’s get started.
T.J.: Not really. I don’t think any kid should be subjected to that many mosquitoes.
Meghan: But it’s not all about the mosquitoes.
T.J.: Not to mention the spiders, snakes, raccoons, bears …
Meghan: You never went camping as a kid, did you?
T.J.: How can you tell?
Meghan: ‘Coz there’s so much more to it than that.
T.J.: Like what?
Meghan: Sleeping in a tent, canoeing, the campfire …
T.J.: Finding out there’s a rock in the middle of the tent when you’re trying to get to sleep, getting caught in a sudden storm in the middle of the lake, melting the toes of your sneakers because you’re freezing to death … I have friends who went.
Farmer Brown sits at the window. Drew takes the seat beside him.
Drew: Nice cowboy boots you got there.
Farmer Brown: Thanks. I got these when I got my horse. She died just yesterday.
Drew: No!
Farmer Brown: (shrugs) It happens.
Drew: That’s true. It’s a funny life we have here on this green earth. Here one day, gone the next. It’s fleeting, and yet we take it for granted. One day each and every one of us will be forgotten. Still, I’m sorry for your loss. So what will you do now?