Etiquette and Vitriol: The Food Chain and Other Plays

Etiquette and Vitriol: The Food Chain and Other Plays

Nicky Silver

Language: English

Pages: 300

ISBN: 1559361239

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The first play collection by a young master of razor-sharp wit and black humor.

Forgotten Bonds


Shelf Life: Romance, Mystery, Drama, and Other Page Turning Adventures from a Year in a Bookstore

Three Revenge Tragedies: The Revenger's Tragedy; The White Devil; The Changeling

Brian Friel: Plays 1





















dainty, little purse that you have to hold in your hand, in which case you live your whole life with only one hand available, giving the world a head start on beating you with, literally, one hand tied behind your back!! Or you can get one of those big old shoulder bags which hurt like hell and leave deep red welts on your skin and I’m certain it throws your spine out of alignment, so you end up in a panic about getting osteoporosis. And you spend all your time worrying and your money on calcium

down, next to me, down to where I’d curled myself into the fetal position, on the floor, buried under a mountain of coats. She uncovered me and said . . . “Otto? Otto, why are you crying?” I could barely talk. But I spoke in that spastic, convulsive way children do when they’re sobbing. I said, “No one will dance with me.” She nodded very sagely, the chain that held her glasses around her neck bobbed up and down. And then she said, “Oh.” I wasn’t satisfied. That wasn’t the comfort I needed. I

charming? He’s charming. You’re charming. TOMMY: I like your dress. GRACE (Ringing a small bell on an end table): Thank you. I need a hot drink and a cold bath—or vice versa. TOMMY: It suits you. GRACE: “A+” for charm. EMMA: Mother, I’d like to talk to you. GRACE: Oh, Emma. This may not be the day. I’m exhausted. TOMMY: Maybe we should wait. EMMA: Tommy. GRACE: Look at me—if you dare—I’ve perspired through my clothing. I’m a wreck. TOMMY: Not at all. GRACE: You’re sweet. I need a quick

Phyllis walks into a pool of light and addresses the audience.) PHYLLIS: Lately, I have been having a recurring dream. When I was a little girl, we lived in a part of Philadelphia called Society Hill. In an apartment. Down the hall from us lived a Mr. Antonelli. Mr. Antonelli worked at the Museum of Natural History. And he was big. He was a big man. Must’ve weighed three hundred pounds. He was the fattest human being I’d ever seen, close up. But he was well- groomed. And on certain nights of the

PHYLLIS: No. Eggs. PAM: Ice cream? We have ice cream. PHYLLIS: Why can’t I have eggs? PAM: We don’t have any eggs. PHYLLIS (Sinister): What kind of a maid are you? PAM: Howard doesn’t eat eggs. PHYLLIS: I eat eggs. PAM: He doesn’t like them. PHYLLIS: You are a terrible maid. PAM: I’m not the maid, Phyllis. PHYLLIS (Frightened): Are you her evil twin sister? PAM: No. PHYLLIS: Then you’re the maid. PAM: No, no. I’m not. PHYLLIS: You look like the maid. PAM: I’m me. That’s not what I

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