American Buffalo (12 page)

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TEACH
sits still.

TEACH
: I went on a limb for you.

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You don’t know what I go through. I put my dick on the chopping block.

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I hock my fucking watch . . .

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I go out there. I’m out there every day.

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.

There is nothing out there.

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I fuck myself.

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DON
: Are you all right?

TEACH
: What?

DON
: Are you all right.

TEACH
: How the fuck do I know?

DON
: You tire me out, Walt.

TEACH
: What?

DON
: I need a rest.

TEACH
: This fucking day.

DON
(Pause)
: My shop’s fucked up.

TEACH
: I know.

DON
: It’s all fucked up.

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You fucked my shop up.

TEACH
: Are you mad at me?

DON
: What?

TEACH
: Are you mad at me?

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DON
: Come on.

TEACH
: Are you?

DON
: Go and get your car. Bob?

TEACH
(Pause)
: Tell me are you mad at me.

DON
: No.

TEACH
. You aren’t?

DON
: No.

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TEACH
: Good.

DON
: You go and get your car.

TEACH
: You got a hat?

DON
: No.

TEACH
: Do you have a piece of paper?

DON
: Bob . . . ?

TEACH
walks to counter, takes a piece of newspaper, and starts making himself a paper hat.

TEACH
: He’s all right?

DON
: Bob . . . ?

TEACH
: Is he all right?

DON
: Bob. . . ?

BOB
(waking up)
: What?

DON
: Come on. We’re taking you the hospital.

TEACH
puts on paper hat and looks at self in window.

TEACH
: I look like a sissy.

DON
: Go and get your car.

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TEACH
: Can you get him to the door?

DON
: Yeah.

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TEACH
: I’m going to get my car.

DON
: You gonna honk?

TEACH
: Yeah.

DON
: Good.

TEACH
: I’ll honk the horn.

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DON
: Good.

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TEACH
: This fucking day, huh?

DON
: Yeah.

TEACH
: I know it. You should clean this place up.

DON
: Yeah.

Pause.

TEACH
: Good.
(Exits.)

DON
: Bob.

BOB
: What?

DON
: Get up.

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Bob. I’m sorry.

BOB
: What?

DON
: I’m sorry.

BOB
: I fucked up.

DON
: No. You did real good.

BOB
: No.

DON
: Yeah. You did real good.

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BOB
: Thank you.

DON
: That’s all right.

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BOB
: I’m sorry, Donny.

DON
: That’s all right.

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