DRAMA - FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY, YEAR C
Bible reference: 1 Corinthians 13:1-13
YOU DON'T REALLY LOVE ME
CHARACTERS: Mum and Son
PROPS: Table covered with cooking gear etc, biscuit tin, envelope with report
(Mum is busy working in the kitchen when her teenage son enters, having just come home from school)
MUM: Hi honey, how was your day?
SON:
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Huh! (Boy rudely grunts at his mother and then drops his school bag on the table with an envelope on top containing his school report)
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MUM: That good, hey?
SON: Anything to eat? (Again said rudely as he starts searching the biscuit tin)
MUM:
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(Spots the envelope on his bag and picks it up and looks at it. Realising that it's his school report, she asks) Is this your report?
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SON: (Rather gloomily) Yeah.
MUM:
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(Takes the report out and begins to read it. The expression on her face goes from bright and cheery to one of disappointment and anger) What kind of report is this?
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SON: (Sarcastically) A school report, Mum.
MUM: Don't give me that, you know what I mean.
SON: What? (Playing dumb, as if he doesn't know)
MUM: Look at these grades!
SON: (Defensively) What's wrong with them? I passed, didn't I?
MUM:
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But you are capable of so much more than this. You used to get excellent grades. What's got into you in the last few months.
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SON: Nothin'!
MUM:
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Look at these comments. 'Adam's grade does not reflect the ability he has', and, 'Adam has failed to apply himself to his work over the last few months', or, 'Adam has shown no desire to do more than the bare minimum'. What's going on here?”
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SON: Nothin'!
MUM:
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Nothin'! (Frustrated) That's what you always say! You wait till your father gets home. He's going to hit the roof!
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SON:
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(Half mumbling under his breath but loud enough for the audience to hear) What would he care? What do you care?
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MUM: (Losing her patience and her cool) What did you say?
SON: (Blurting out defiantly) You heard me.
MUM:
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How can you say that we don't care? After all that we have done for you! Do you realise how much it costs us to send you to that school? Do you realise how much my father and I sacrifice to send you there?
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SON: So?
MUM:
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On top of that we buy you the clothes you want. Not just any clothes, but the Billabong shirts and the Nike shoes and your sports gear. And what about the new computer we bought you for Christmas? And you say we don't care! How could you possibly say that?
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SON:
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(The son hesitates a moment and then launches into his defence) When was the last time you or Dad came to watch me play cricket? Last year? And what about the basketball finals last season? You were too busy! Dad couldn't even help me fix my bike the other week. He said he was too tired! You don't really love me!
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MUM:
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(Almost losing it) How can you possibly say that? After all we've done for you? Of course we love you!
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SON: (Yelling) You don't even know what love is!
MUM: Of all the ungrateful . . .
SON:
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You don't get it, do you? You don't know anything about love! (Son storms out of the room, Mum turns, shakes her head in bewilderment, and then exits.)
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© Noel Kluge 1998
Permission is given for the owner of this disk to make sufficient copies of this script for their group or congregation, for rehearsal and performance purposes only.
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