Cleansed - Scene Eleven

Scene Eleven
The Black Room.
Robin goes into the booth that Tinker visits.
He sits.
He puts in his one and only token.

The flap opens.
The Woman is dancing.
Robin watches - at first innocently eager, then bemused, then distressed.
She dances for sixty seconds.
The flap closes.
Robin sits and cries his heart out.

Phaedra's Love - Scene Six

Priest God is merciful. He chose you.

Hippolytus Bad choice.

Priest Pray with me. Save yourself. And your country. Don't commit that sin.

Hippolytus What bothers you more, the destruction of my soul or the end of my family? I'm not in danger of committing the unforgivable sin. I already have.

Priest Don't say it.

Hippolytus Fuck God. Fuck the monarchy.

Priest Lord, look down on this man you chose, forgive his sin which comes from the intelligence you blessed him with.

Hippolytus I can't sin against a God I don't believe in.

Phaedra's Love - Scene Six

Priest Self-satisfaction is contradiction in terms.

Hippolytus I can rely on me. I never let me down.

Priest True satisfaction comes from love.

Hippolytus What when love dies? Alarm clock rings it's time to wake up, what then?

Priest Love never dies. It evolves

Hippolytus You're dangerous.

Blasted - Scene Four

Cate It's wrong to kill yourself.

Ian No. It's not.

Cate God wouldn't like it.

Ian There isn't one.

Cate How do you know?

Ian No God. No Father Christmas. No fairies. No Narnia. No fucking nothing.

Cate Got to be something.

Ian Why?

Cate Doesn't make sense otherwise.

Ian Don't be fucking stupid, doesn't make sense anyway. No reason for there to be a God just because it would be better if there was.

Cate Thought you didn't want to die.

Ian I can't see.

Cate My brother's got blind friends. You can't give up.

Ian Why not?

Cate It's weak.

Ian I know you want to punish me, trying to make me live.

Cate I don't

Ian Course you fucking do, I would. There's people I'd love to suffer but they don't, they die and that's it.

on theatre...

"theatre has no memory, which makes it the most existential of the arts...I keep coming back in the hope that someone in a darkened room somewhere will show me an image that burns itself into my mind."

--Sarah Kane