Act I, Scene 1: Thirteen ladies sit around the lunchroom table. An in-depth conversation about real world matters ensues. Old Man Snap almost punches his ownself in the face. Repeatedly.
Lady 1: He died in his sleep! In her room!
Lady 2: Yeah! He went down to see her and her baby and he died!
Lady 3: He was smokin’ some of that Jamaican stuff.
L2: I thought they were in the Bahamas.
L3: Smokin’ that Marley weeeeeeed.
L1: The what?
L2: I thought he had a heart attack.
L3: Bahamamamamarley weeeeeed. Like he was smokin’ it up! That weed, maaan!
L2: Does that give you a heart attack?
L1: I just think it’s a shame. She has a baby and her son dies in the room.
L2: How awful.
Ladies 4-13: Mmmmhmmmm.
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