Plato: What’s up?
Socrates: Not much. I feel like waffles today. What are you in the mood for?
Plato: Eggs. I like 'em scrambled. Did you ever see "Runaway Bride?" Julia Roberts can't decide what kind of eggs she likes. And Richard Gere teaches her that she has to decide and think for herself.
Socrates: I saw the previews but it looked kindof hokey to me.
Plato: It's not a bad movie. Julia Roberts is pretty.
Socrates: Yeah - she is. Ever hear that song by Liz Phair where she sings about knowing Julia Roberts at summer camp? It's the first song on "Whip-smart."
Plato: I'm not really into women musicians. I do like Joni Mitchell, though. And Janis Joplin.
Socrates: Where on earth is our waitress? The service here sucks.
Plato: Yeah, but at least there IS a waitress. Sometimes you have to grateful for what you've got. What if there were no waitresses? We'd just be sitting here for eternity. Waiting for a meal with nobody coming to take our order. That would be kindof funny. Almost like a Beckett play. Minus the angst and despair.
Socrates: I love it! I'll have to pitch that to my agent back home. We could call it "Plato and Socrates at Brunch." That would be classic.
Plato: So how's your writing going these days?
Socrates: Asi-asi. I feel like I've hit a brick wall. I've tried to transcribe all of your conversations but I'm at a dead end. Any suggestions?
Plato: Take a vacation, dude. You can't spend every waking minute working on your projects. I hear Cyprus is lovely this time of year.
Socrates: I can't remember the last time I took a vacation. The old lady is always the one to say that we can't afford it based on my salary. She's usually right about the financial stuff.
Plato: Tell me about it. I can't even go to the theater without my old lady giving me hell about saving up money for a rainy day.
Socrates: OK - this is getting ridiculous. Where is our waitress?
Plato: Relax. I hear some voices coming from the kitchen. She'll show up eventually.
Socrates: People always tell me I'm so impatient. Do you think so?
Plato: To be completely honest, you do tend to be rather impatient.
Socrates: Thanks. Like you're a saint or something.
Plato: No - never said that. But I am Plato, after all.
Socrates: (...long pause...) I'm really in the mood for waffles.
~ End of Scene ~
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