BOB and JOLLY. JOLLY: “If you don’t want it …” BOB: “No, no, no, I like it.” JOLLY: “Waal, if you don’t like it, you can take it back.” BOB: “Hike it.” JOLLY: “Waal. If you don’t. If you find …” BOB: “No, I Like it. I do. I think that it’s …” JOLLY: “Waal, your mother and I, only want to say …” BOB: “I think that it’s …” JOLLY: “You take it back. We ‘saved the slip’ … and …” BOB: … fucking right I’m going to take it back. Because what would I do with it? JOLLY: You remember the skis? BOB: The skis. JOLLY: I remember the skis. I wanted the skis. (Pause) I wanted skis that year. BOB: You don’t ski, Jol. JOLLY: Why don’t I ski? Bobby? (Pause) Oh shit. (Sighs) I just, you know, the thing of it, the thing of it is, I just wanted some skis. Would it have killed them to’ve given me a pair of skis? Was that so ludicrous? A monster like myself? Was that so … (Pause) BOB: (Softly) … yes … JOLLY: Christmas Day.
