|Mona: If itís a sane person its necessity, itís this mean world pushing an old lady down because sheís no good to them anymore. But if itís you itís your desire to be and do as little as possible. You got so much in you right now its driving me to drink!
Joseph: Iím whatís driving you to drink?-
Mona: Shut up, shut up! Iím in the middle of a rant here, donít you stick your skinny little head in the middle of it. Itís because of you that Iím staying up late and selling of a few more years of this short life. And why? So I can listen to you hem and haw about what you want to do with your life? Guess what?
Mona: Eventually you will be old, and you will not age well!
Joseph: Címon, give me a break.
Joseph: Because my mother is dead.
Mona: Soís mine.
Joseph: Sheíd be like, 100 years old by now.
Mona: (backpedalling) I know people who are that old.
Mona: (slight pause) Shut up! It doesnít matter who I know. We were talking about you. (Quieter, less tense) All Iím saying is...eventually, you gotta stop smiling and giving that cute shrug and saying ďGee whiz, Aunt Mona, I wonder what Iíd like to be when I grow upĒ. Some day youíll see that, youíre almost grown up already, and youíve got nothing to show for it.
Joseph: Is that what you wanted to say?
Mona: I suppose.
Mona: Well, Iím going to bed, we both have things to do in the morning.
Joseph: (laughs) No we donít. Your gonna sleep in till three and I donít have a job. What do you want to do, wake up early and feel bad for ourselves? (pause) Fine. Go to bed Mona. Iíll bring you some dinner tomorrow.
Mona: Not without a job you wonít.
Joseph: Okay then, Iíll leave supper up to you.
Mona: (Upon leaving) Oh, your poor mother. I am really sorry, Joseph. Maybe weíll talk about it tomorrow?
Joseph: Iíll try to suit up for that, yeah. Until then, I need some sleep.
Mona: You do that. (Stops short) Oh, and you should buy some older bread.
Joseph: Bread, Ms Josephs?
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