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Molly and Monica’s dorm room at night. All is dark. Sound of a projector whirring.
Monica
Molly?
Molly
Yeah?
Monica
I’m sorry.
Molly
Huh?
Monica
I said I’m sorry.
Molly
And I said, huh?
Monica
No, I really mean it. Uh, do you mind if I ask you a question?
Molly
If you must.
Monica
What’s … what’s all this mean to you?
Molly
Huh? Like what is the true meaning of reality?
Monica
I’m sorry.
Molly
You said that.
Monica
What would you do if you weren’t in college?
Molly
I hadn’t thought about it that much.
Monica
Me neither.
Molly
What’s bringing this on?
Monica
I’m sorry.
Molly
I got that much.
Monica
Did you know I was called into the dean’s office today? After we looked at the Carmen Banana tape.
Molly
No, I didn’t know you were called into the dean’s office today.
Monica
Well, I was.
Molly
How interesting. I don’t suppose it has anything to do with why you’re talking so weird tonight, does it?
Monica
I’m sorry.
Molly
Do you mind if I scream right now?
Monica
Sorry, I mean … look, we’re in trouble.
Molly
With the dean? I know they want to ask me some questions.
Monica
Yes.
Molly
Uh, Monica, are you going to tell me what’s going on or am I going to have to come over there and choke it out of you?
Monica
You’re on probation and I’m expelled at the end of the term.
Molly
What?
Monica
You’re on probation and I’m expelled at the end of the term. There.
Molly
Oh my god! What happened?
Monica
The Mothers Against Degeneracy. That’s what happened. Somebody told them about our project and they …
Molly
The who?
Monica
Mothers Against Degeneracy. MAD Mothers. A bunch of townies who have too much time on their hands. Their purpose in life is to defend the college’s moral rectitude against sickos and perverts and communists. They complained to the president, and some of them are wives of rich alumnae, and the president told the dean he had to deliver a scapegoat, and …
Molly
You?
Monica
No. You.
Molly
Me?
Monica
Right. For concocting this project, forcing me in by threatening to expose that I was a lesbian …
Molly
I what?
Monica
… but if I would just …
Molly
That’s the most disgusting, ridiculous …
Monica
… but if I would just explain to the trustees how you had …
Molly
Wait a minute. You said that you were expelled and … hey, what happened?
Monica
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t let …
Molly
… couldn’t let them say you were a lesbian?
Monica
The project was my idea, dammit! Mine. I thought it up, I lined up Vic Vincent, I recruited you, it was a goddamn great idea and it would have worked even with the weird shit you were doing. We could have marketed it. We could have … Goddammit, those stupid fucks were not going to get away with saying it wasn’t mine! No way! No how! Never!
Molly
And you took the heat.
Monica
You’re on probation. They’ll call you in tomorrow to pronounce sentence. They’ll let me playact finishing out the term to avoid publicity, you’ll survive. (starts crying) I tried … I tried so hard …
Molly
I don’t believe you.
Monica
But I really …
Molly
Not that. That’s not why you did it, tried to take the heat. Why won’t you give me that?
Monica
But you’ll survive.
Molly
Big deal. I mean, why do you have to be such a tough as nails bitch all the time? Why can’t you just admit to having a decent impulse once in a while? I don’t mean to underestimate your ego, Monica, but it wasn’t that simple. Eh? What you won’t confess to is doing something human. You and Vic Vincent. What a pair!
Monica
What are you …
Molly
It’s okay, Monica. It’s okay. We’ve just gotta figure out what we’re gonna do once we’re out of here.
Monica
But you’re not …
Molly
You think I’d stay here hanging my head in shame and promising to be a good girl for ever after?
Monica
But you can’t afford …
Molly
I know, I know. That’s what we’ve gotta figure out.
Monica
We?
Molly
Damn right, we. You just confessed to getting me into this mess. You’re not bailing out on me now. No way.
Sound of tapping on the window.
Monica
Oh god, there it is again.
Molly
I thought you had called the police.
Monica
They just laughed. Said it was just the wind. Said I should, uh … the bastards … they said I should just get myself laid.
Sound of tapping, louder this time. Sound of projector. End of scene.
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