Remedial Theatre presents:
COCKDIAN'S Othello ...
Act I, Scene Five
(inside the bedroom of an Italian villa)
(From the left, it's NICKNOLTIUS and DESDUHMOANA, and from the right, SHAQUILLIAN and ASSIUS.)
ASSIUS: Is this what they call a reverse Oreo?
DESDUHMOANA: You likey?
ASSIUS: Not as much from the 4 hole over here.
NICKNOLTIUS: You snooze, you lose.
SHAQUILLIAN (rubbing eyes): I'm blind! The Big Renaissance Man is blind!
DESDUHMOANA: No, my giant playtoy. I just won't let you wash that Mace out of your eyes until we're through here.
NICKNOLTIUS: Where's the rest of that chocolate spread?
ASSIUS: You ate the whole can already, Prince of Tides.
SHAQUILLIAN: Enough! We must find the Moor.
DESDUHMOANA: Tsk, tsk. Naughty Shaquillian.
ASSIUS (rising): He's right, lady. We have to be going.
DESDUHMOANA: No! Leave them alone.
NICKNOLTIUS (standing, unfortunately): Can't do it. We have 48 hours to find them, or Shaquillian here has to go back to free throw school.
SHAQUILLIAN: Where is my uniform? Get away from me, harlet!
DESDUHMOANA: Another satisfied customer. Now be gone, brickthrower! My LeBrono could shoot circles around you.
ASSIUS: At a carnival, maybe. Now, my lady, where is the Moor?
DESDUHMOANA: Go screw yourself.
NICKNOLTIUS: Never mind the *****. I think we've got something here. (picks up a flier) Just what I expected. My action sequences always end at a dance club, probably with someone being thrown through a window.
ASSIUS: Let's cut a rug!
(end of Act I)