Free American Buffalo by David Mamet Page A

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    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.
    Pause.
    TEACH : Can you get him to the door?
    DON : Yeah.
    Pause.
    TEACH : I’m going to get my car.
    DON : You gonna honk?
    TEACH : Yeah.
    DON : Good.
    TEACH : I’ll honk the horn.
    Pause.
    DON : Good.
    Pause.
    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.
    Pause.
    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.
    Pause.
    BOB : Thank you.
    DON : That’s all right.
    Pause.
    BOB : I’m sorry, Donny.
    DON : That’s all right.
    Lights dim.