ANN: I'm gonna be sick. Oh my God. (She exits to the bathroom.)
SCOTT: Ah, no. (He goes to follow.)
ANN: (Off stage.) Get outta here.
SCOTT: Just trying to help. (He crosses to the couch.) Just trying to help.
ANN: (Off stage.) I don't need any help.
SCOTT: Whatever. (He begins singing to himself. He switches songs every time he hears Ann puke.) It's a grand old flag. It's a high flying flag, and forever… (Ann pukes.) Yankee Doodle went to town riding on his pony. Stuck a feather in his cap and… (Ann pukes.) Oh beautiful for gracious skies, for amber waves of grain, for purple mountains majesty along the fruited… (Ann pukes.) My God. My country tis of thee sweet land of Liberty…
ANN: You have to take me to the hospital.
SCOTT: What are you talking about?
ANN: Please take me to the hospital. I'm having a heart attack.
SCOTT: Oh God.
ANN: My heart is beating too fast. It's gonna explode. I'm gonna die.
SCOTT: No, you're fine.
ANN: No. You've got to take me to the hospital.
SCOTT: You're fine.
ANN: You gotta take me to the hospital. I need to go to the hospital.
SCOTT: You're fine. You're fine. (He slams her down into a chair.) I said you're fine!
ANN: That hurt.
SCOTT: I'm gonna get a washcloth.
SCOTT: How do you feel?
ANN: I'm hot. My heart is beating too fast.
SCOTT: This will make you feel a whole lot better.
ANN: You won't let me die?
SCOTT: No. I'm gonna watch you all night. We can talk about anything you want to talk about.
ANN: If I have a heart attack, don't shove me out of the car at the hospital.
SCOTT: You're not going to have a heart attack. I promise. (Referring to the washcloth) How does this feel?
ANN: Good. (Long pause) Do you hate all of our friends?
ANN: I could barely stand being around them tonight. Do you ever get that feeling?
SCOTT: I guess.
ANN: Stephanie was doing her punk rock, ice queen shit again. It is so fucked.
ANN: Do guys think that's sexy? Are they supposed to be impressed by that?