Shem: I can't help it. I arrive at play practice early. I have my lines memorized. I—
TJ: Don't have a life.
Shem: What d'ya mean?
TJ: You can't live and eat theater.
Shem: Why not?
TJ: There's got to be other things too.
Shem: Sure. I eat. Love pizza. (shrugs) Work in the apple orchard sometimes.
TJ: And for fun—?
Shem: Dragoon's Palace is the place I want to be. Unless, of course, it's the last two weeks before a show. Then I want to be at McBride Theater. Nowhere else.
TJ: Ah, Shembo.
Shem: Don't start that Shembo stuff again.
TJ: I can't believe you're forgetting the really big zippity-do-dah thing in our lives right now.
Shem: You're not talking about girls, are you?
Shem: (thinks) Christmas auditions?
TJ: NO! You know... (looks over his shoulder making sure no one is listening) Time Spinner.
Shem: Oh, that.
TJ: Oh, that. Oh, that!!!!!
TJ: So...what are we going to do about it?
TJ: Nothing? You've got to be kidding.
Shem: Why? You feeling like puking all over someone?
TJ: (grimaces) Not especially.
Shem: Well, then, it's settled.
TJ: You're no fun.