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<title>#1122 &#8212; Martha from Borrowed Parts by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;MARTHA: To keep me happy.  ‘Cause no one guy is enough, I think.  It's like they've all got parts, you know ... and if you could put all the parts together in one guy it would be enough ... but they don't come that way.  They're all mixed up.  They&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1185 &#8212; Flub from The Father Clock by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;WHERE IS HE?! He … he said he'd always be here! And now … he's … it's all … it's all falling apart … and he's not … he's not here to … to put it all … 
 
    (Pause.) 
 
He must … he must be on his way! He's been&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2313 &#8212; Rosetta from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;ROSETTA: My husband is very experienced.  He's been with hundreds of women.  Thousands.  On our wedding day alone, he impregnated seven bridesmaids, two caterers, the photographer, the photographer's assistant, her youngest daughter, the preacher's wife, my third-grade English teacher, a marine biologist, two blue whales, and one old woman who&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2811 &#8212; Marie-Louise from Sun Dried by Edna Ferber and Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;I don't know.  I don't know what the problem is.  I've been trying to write about the city, you know, my experiences here.  Then I decided to write a love story, but that's not working out either.  My hero sounds more like a clothing store dummy than a real live&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3201 &#8212; Rosetta from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;ROSETTA: My husband is very experienced.  He's been with hundreds of women.  Thousands.  On our wedding day alone, he impregnated seven bridesmaids, two caterers, the photographer, the photographer's assistant, her youngest daughter, the preacher's wife, my third-grade English teacher, a marine biologist, two blue whales, and one old woman who&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3641 &#8212; Eugene from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EUGENE: Hey! Don't touch that! That's my orange! MINE!!! 
 
    (EUGENE wrenches his orange away from the VAGRANT.) 
 
Sorry. I'm sorry. I ... I don't mean to be stingy. I'm sure you're very hungry, but I can't allow you to eat this orange. It's just that ... well, it's ... it's&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3760 &#8212; Eugene from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EUGENE: Hey! Don't touch that! That's my orange! MINE!!! 
 
(EUGENE wrenches his orange away from the VAGRANT.) 
 
Sorry. I'm sorry. I ... I don't mean to be stingy. I'm sure you're very hungry, but I can't allow you to eat this orange. It's just that ... well, it's ... it's&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3780 &#8212; Eddie from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EDDIE: I wonder what we're doing here. 
 
    (Pause.) 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells. Although, if that's the case, we haven't been very successful, have we? 
 
    (Pause.) 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells, and we've only just arrived! That would explain not only what we're doing here, but the lack&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3782 &#8212; Eddie from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EDDIE: I wonder what we're doing here. 
 
    (Pause.) 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells. Although, if that's the case, we haven't been very successful, have we? 
 
    (Pause.) 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells, and we've only just arrived! That would explain not only what we're doing here, but the lack&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3883 &#8212; Joy from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;JOY: (Looking up into the sky.) Hello? Mother Moon? It's me. Joy. Can you hear me? 
 
(Pause.) 
 
Hello? 
 
(Pause.) 
 
I know you're up there. I can see you, but ... you're so far away. Why are you so far away? 
 
(Pause.) 
 
I just want to talk for a few minutes.&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1099 &#8212; Eddie from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EDDIE: I wonder what we're doing here. 
[Pause.] 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells. Although, if that's the case, we haven't been very successful, have we? 
[Pause.] 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells, and we've only just arrived! That would explain not only what we're doing here, but the lack&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1576 &#8212; Eddie from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EDDIE: I wonder what we're doing here. 
[Pause.] 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells. Although, if that's the case, we haven't been very successful, have we? 
[Pause.] 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells, and we've only just arrived! That would explain not only what we're doing here, but the lack&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2697 &#8212; Eddie from Fading Joy by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EDDIE:  
I wonder what we're doing here. 
 
[Pause.] 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells. Although, if that's the case, we haven't been very successful, have we? 
 
[Pause.] 
 
Perhaps we've come to collect seashells, and we've only just arrived! That would explain not only what we're doing here, but the lack&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#173 &#8212; Eugene from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;EUGENE: Hey! Don't touch that! That's my orange! MINE!!! 
 
    [EUGENE wrenches his orange away from the VAGRANT.] 
 
Sorry. I'm sorry. I ... I don't mean to be stingy. I'm sure you're very hungry, but I can't allow you to eat this orange. It's just that ... well, it's ... it's&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1508 &#8212; Rosetta from The Profession by Walter Wykes</title>
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<description>&quot;My husband is very experienced.  He's been with hundreds of women.  Thousands.  On our wedding day alone, he impregnated seven bridesmaids, two caterers, the photographer, the photographer's assistant, her youngest daughter, the preacher's wife, my third-grade English teacher, a marine biologist, two blue whales, and one old woman who just&#8230; Length limited to 50 words by request of the author&#8230;&quot;</description>
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