BOOG—I told you, I told you, I don't feel a thing.
(Curtains closed; two pencil spotlights beam against the corners of the darkened stage, encircling two faces. At stage left is the Scientist. At stage right is Boog Powell. Each is holding a telephone)
SCIENTIST—I told you never to call me here.
BOOG—Well, I've got to talk to somebody.
SCIENTIST—Robots don't have to talk to anybody! Robots just have to do what they're programmed to do.
BOOG—But nobody on the team will speak to me.
BOOG—And I've torn Boog's batting average down to point one fifty-three. The Orioles are going to lose the pennant if we keep this up, you know.