Pass the Coffee

Act 1.
Scene 1.

Lights up. HENRY is sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of coffee. ELIZA enters, carrying several brown paper grocery bags, keys in hand, an exasperated look on her face. HENRY gets up with an excited grin.

HENRY: Well?

ELIZA is taken aback, confused by his outburst.

ELIZA: Well what?

She takes the paper bags over to the table and sets them down.

HENRY: What do you think?

ELIZA: Sorry?

HENRY: What do you think?

ELIZA: Of what?

HENRY stares at ELIZA, waiting for her to realise what he's talking about.

ELIZA: (annoyed) What do I think of what?

HENRY: What else?

ELIZA: Can you just tell me?

HENRY: My hair.

ELIZA: What about it?

HENRY: What do you think?

ELIZA: What's there to think?

HENRY: I got a hair cut.

ELIZA: And?

HENRY: Well...

ELIZA: It's good.

HENRY: ... that's it? It's good?

ELIZA: Well what do you want me to say?

HENRY: I don't know.

ELIZA: Then why did you ask?

HENRY: Because I wanted to know what you thought.

ELIZA: Well now you know.

(beat)

HENRY: I guess.

ELIZA: You guess?

HENRY: It's just a bit vague, is all.

ELIZA: (interjecting) Oh for fuck's sake, Henry.

HENRY: What!?

ELIZA: Are you quite done?

HENRY: With what?

ELIZA: With this!

HENRY: What's 'this'?

ELIZA: Just... stop talking.

ELIZA takes a mug from the cupboard, picks up the pot of coffee and is about
to pour herself a drink.

HENRY: But I–

ELIZA slams the mug down onto the table and glares at HENRY. Silence. ELIZA fills her mug and begins to take a sip.

HENRY: So... (he pauses cautiously) How's the period?

ELIZA throws her coffee at HENRY. Lights down.