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I haven't completed a new full-length play in like a year and a half. But I have written about 80 very silly tiny plays like this one. So that still counts, right? RIGHT?!
CLARA lounges in a bathtub full of one-hundred-dollar bills. JACK, Clara’s husband, enters.
JACK: Oh. Um. Sorry. What? What in the- What in the actual fuck?
CLARA: I’m taking a bath, Jack! I’m bathing.
JACK goes to leave, but stops short.
JACK: In money? In dollars?
CLARA: Yes, Jack. I’ve been submerged in one-hundred-dollar bills. I feel like a QUEEN.
JACK: Where did you get this money?
CLARA: I killed a millionaire and raided her bank account.
JACK: Ha Ha. Real funny. Seriously - where?
CLARA: Okay. I won the lottery! I know. 6-51-9-17! I took the lump sum just so I could do THIS. This is my dream…to bathe in money.
JACK: Are you serious?
CLARA: No. I was serious when I said I killed a millionaire.
CLARA pulls a bleeding head and a gun out of the money-bath and shoots JACK.
END OF PLAY.
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