Bert
and Ernie: Scene #1
Park
bench and bus sign are slightly SR; not perfectly
symmetrical on stage. ROBERTA, with briefcase, enters stage left
with nose in a book. She is engrossed in the text and looks up
just enough to make her way to the bench. She holds it upright
enough so the cover is readable. Sits. Ernest enters in business
garb, holding travel coffee mug, rushing to bench, looking down
the "street" (stage left) and at his watch.
ROBERTA:
(Looks up at his abrupt arrival) Mornin'.
ERNEST:
(Distracted, hurried) Hi. Did I miss the #6?
ROBERTA:
(With a smile) Hope not, that's mine too. (Looks at
her watch) Should be about four to five minutes. (Nods, returns
to reading)
ERNEST: (Sits with legs crossed, hums, taps foot for a few
seconds, then with breezy friendliness) So
you work downtown?
ROBERTA: (Engrossed in book, reluctantly lifts head to
look at Ernest) Uh, yeah. (Back to book)
ERNEST:
(Another few seconds of toe taps, points to self) Seventeenth
and Curtis.
ROBERTA:
(Embarrassed at her absorption, makes effort to be courteous) Oh,
sorry. Sixteenth and Cleveland, World Trade Center.
ERNEST:
(Big exhale) Bet they wish that was renamed. Creepy reminder,
huh?
ROBERTA:
(Slow to understand) Oh, twin towers. Yeah, I guess so.
ERNEST:
(Moving on quickly, looks at her book title, trying to make it
all out) "Where
Is God
When It Hurts." (Jerks
finger at book with cynicism) S'pose that's a popular book since
9/11.
ROBERTA:
(Looks at title herself) Well, I think it's always been a
pretty good question, don't you? (Retreats into her book again,
squirms a bit at his forwardness)
ERNEST:
(Silent reaction to her last question, re-crosses legs, turns away
from Roberta, says to himself almost involuntarily) Nowhere.
ROBERTA:
Huh? (Inquires timidly) Excuse me?
ERNEST:
Sorry, slipped out. I just said nowhere. God is nowhere when it
hurts.
ROBERTA:
(Reluctant but tries to comfort with pat phrase) I understand.
Sometimes it's hard to feel like God is near. But he promises
ERNEST:
(Curt, defensive, stands, crosses to SL) Sorry. Can't buy
it. (Turns back to her with resolve) Look, I don't wanna
offend you or anything. I mean, you're obviously the religious sort
ROBERTA:
(Interrupting) Actually, I'm not.
ERNEST:
But, you're reading
ROBERTA:
Let's just say I'm interested in getting closer to God.
ERNEST:
(Brushes
off her remark) Well, whatever. (Back to his point) I
don't want to hurt your feelings; what you believe is your own business.
(Adamantly) but 9/11 sealed the deal for me.
ROBERTA:
What deal is that?
ERNEST:
The God deal. Look. You can bet when stuff hits the fan, people
suddenly get all spiritual. (Gesturing) God bless America!
God save us! (Sanctimoniously) God save the Queen!
ROBERTA:
Sure, out of a deep need to know that God's there.
ERNEST:
(Shakes head) Nah! Out of weakness. (Authoritatively) If you
take an honest look, you gotta admit, this whole God thing is just
a nice sedative, a knee-jerk reaction to life's problems
ROBERTA:
(Quoting,
a little irritated) A crutch?
ERNEST:
(Patronizing) Hey, it's okay. Fantasies help people make it
through.
ROBERTA:
(Too impassioned, stands in indignation) God is a fantasy?
ERNEST:
(Pats her on arm to re-seat her and himself) Now, see, I've
gone and offended you.
ROBERTA:
No! (More honestly) Well, yes
cuz I happen to believe
that (Increasing timidity) God is the most real thing out
there.
ERNEST:
(Patronizing) That's
great. But, all I can say is, if
there is some (Gestures to atmosphere) invisible God out
there, he must be pitifully weak. (Shakes head in disgust)
Letting nut cases blow up innocent people.
ROBERTA:
9/11?
ERNEST:
Yeah.
ROBERTA:
(Anticipating his thought) If God is God, why didn't he stop
9/11?
ERNEST:
Sure. Look, it doesn't make sense. If God is all powerful, why would
he sit back and watch people destroy each other?
ROBERTA:
(Struggling) He loves us enough to let us choose.
ERNEST:
What kind of love is that!?
ROBERTA:
(Frustrated with her responses) Look. I'm Roberta. (Sticks
out hand, they shake)
ERNEST:
Ernest.
ROBERTA:
Glad to meet you. I'm no pastor
ERNEST:
(Hands up in protest and surrender) Hey, sorry, Roberta. (Lectures
self) Never talk religion or politics, especially with strangers.
(Sheepish grin) It's sure to end in a fight.
ROBERTA:
No, don't be sorry. And I don't consider this a fight. (Stands
with renewed energy, crosses to SR) I'm not a pastor; I have
no slick answers for these questions. But that doesn't mean there
aren't answers. (Reaching for words) The best way I can say
it
I mean, there's good and there's evil. Everything good is
of God. And evil
is the absence of God.
ERNEST:
(Sarcastically) That's very
tidy. But what does that
have to do with the question? If God were really there, he'd stop
the evil.
ROBERTA:
(Struggling to think quickly; going too deep too fast, crosses
back to seat) It has to do with freedom of choice and the fall
of man and
there are spiritual realities-
ERNEST:
I'm a concrete kind of guy, uh, (Forgets her name for a moment,
then says it in unison with Roberta)-Roberta. God is too
wispy
for me. And, except on days when people blow up tall buildings,
"good" and "evil" are pretty wispy too.
ROBERTA:
And you're satisfied with that? The biggest questions we can ask?
And the answer is-"too wispy?"
ERNEST:
(Glances to "street" to see bus arrive, rises and
says hurriedly; CD of a bus sound) All I'm saying is, if God
were really there, we should be able to grab him; get a reading
on him.
ROBERTA:
(Timidly) That's why Jesus came.
ERNEST:
(Rolls eyes) Oh brother! (Small laugh) Saved by the #6.
(Exits stage right)
ROBERTA:
(Looks at him, then at audience) Not exactly. (Exits stage
right)
Lights
out.
Bert
and Ernie: Scene #2
Park bench and bus sign, slightly SR. ROBERTA, with briefcase,
enters stage left and makes her way to the bench. Sits and digs
in briefcase for the God book. ERNEST enters in business garb,
smiles at seeing ROBERTA and walks casually to bench. Roberta
is just holding book in her lap, lost in thought.
ERNEST:
Still readin'?
ROBERTA:
(Turns head to him, then to book and laughs) Yeah.
But I don't have all the answers yet. (Shyly) Still thinking?
ERNEST:
Huh?
ROBERTA:
About God and does he exist and all that?
ERNEST:
(Sits, casual) I suppose it's always rattling around
in
there somewhere. (Ribs her gently) Makes for lively chatter
anyway, doesn't it?
ROBERTA:
Absolutely. The best kind.
ERNEST:
(Leans
in with intensity) Okay, Miss Theology-
ROBERTA:
(Points to him) Hey, now . . .um
(Has forgotten
his name)
ERNEST:
(Points to self) Ernest. Ernie.
ROBERTA:
(Gestures to self) Roberta. Now Ernie, I gave you all the
caveats the other day. I'm no professor, just a student.
ERNEST:
(Holds up hands) I'm kidding. But really, you seem to like talking
about this stuff, so, answer me this. The wife and I were talking
about this last night. Christians say there is only one way to God,
right?
ROBERTA:
(Smoothly) No, God says that.
ERNEST:
(Brushes away comment) Geez, let me finish.
ROBERTA:
(With a smile) Sorry.
ERNEST:
Christians walk around telling you theirs is the only way. Well,
I gotta tell you. If Christians were to hire a PR firm(Quick
aside) I happen to be in public relations-we'd tell you to get
a new mantra, 'cause the old one's pretty narrow-minded. (Shakes
head) If you ask me, Christianity is too exclusive.
ROBERTA:
And if you ask me(Inquires with some sarcasm)
are you asking me, Ernie?
ERNEST:
(Laughs) Sure. Give it your best shot.
ROBERTA:
You make it sound like we're selling something of our own invention.
ERNEST:
(Conceited) Well?
ROBERTA:
(Irritated) Well, we're not. Christianity is God's design,
not ours. (Stands, crosses to SL) Ernie, you're reasoning
through this stuff all wrong. If God is God, he gets to cut the
deal. And the deal is offered to (Raises hands) everyone.
"For God loved the world"
ERNEST:
(Thinks
he's got the key rebuttal) Okay, so God is loving
and kind, right?
ROBERTA:
Very.
ERNEST:
(Slam dunk) Then he's gonna be lenient. (Frustrated reaction
from ROBERTA) Think about the dedicated Muslims who are out
there. Buddhists, Tree Huggers, whatever. Good people, most of 'em-worshipping
(Gestures to air) "God" the best way they know
how. You say he isn't even gonna give them a nod for effort?
ROBERTA:
If you really look at what each of those religions say, you'll find
they're mutually exclusive. They can't all be truth.
ERNEST:
(With grimace) Only Christianity. (Waits for ROBERTA to
acknowledge) That's so right wing!
ROBERTA:
(Irked, crosses back to seat) I hate that word. That is so
unfair-
ERNEST:
(Shrugs) I'm just clueing you in on how the rest of the world
sees this stuff. You Christians. (Shakes head) There's no
freedom of thought with you people.
ROBERTA:
There's every freedom-to choose God's salvation-or not.
ERNEST:
And what about mercy?
ROBERTA:
That's God idea too.
ERNEST:
(Condescendingly) So, you actually believe, some remote
tribe in the rain forest is going to be eternally damned because
they didn't catch Billy Graham? (CD of a bus sound , stands up)
ROBERTA:
(Exasperated) You're throwing a lot at me, Ernie, for being
7:00 in the morning. I don't have all the answers. (Stands with
briefcase)
ERNEST:
(Stands, emphatically) So don't be preaching like you do
know. Everybody has a right to find his own way. (Walks off stage
right. Roberta faces audience, looks up and mouths the word, "Help!"
and walks off dejectedly.)
Lights
out.
Bert and
Ernie: Scene #3
Park bench and bus sign, slightly SR. ROBERTA and ERNIE, each with
briefcase (ROBERTA'S has a full-sized Bible inside), enter from
stage left laughing and talking.
ROBERTA:
(From wing, both laugh, then enter) No, no, it's okay.
ERNEST:
(Apologetically) I'm sorry, it just seemed to fit.
ROBERTA:
(Diffusing the moment) Really, it's okay. It's just in all the
years I've been Roberta, no one has ever called me Bert. If anything,
my nickname's Robbie.
ERNEST:
(Offering) Oh, well, I can call you
ROBERTA:
(Insisting) No, no. Let's make it official. For you, Ernie,
the name's Bert. (Shake hands with amusement)
ERNEST:
(Laughs) Hey! Bert and Ernie. We could start our own preschool.
ROBERTA:
(Laughs, both sit, ROBERTA cranes necks down the "street")
How much time do we have?
ERNEST:
The usual. (Checks watch) About 4 minutes. (Hands up in
mock defense) But I don't knowif I'm up for your sparring today.
I had a late night.
ROBERTA:
And I had two cups of coffee just so I'd be ready for you. (Both
laugh, then awkward silence, ROBERTA is working up her nerve in
that silence, while ERNIE is trying to stay "out" of it
this morning) I was thinking about our conversation the other
day and-well, I came across something in the Bible that speaks to
that. You know, what makes Christianity special.
ERNEST:
(Suspiciously) Yes?
ROBERTA:
(Opens a huge Bible from her briefcase to places marked)
It says here (Reads), "But now in Christ Jesus you who
once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ."
ERNEST: (Sarcastically)
Yeah, that's real clear.
ROBERTA:
(Self-conscious laugh, flips back a page, losing momentum) And
here it says, " In Christ, we have redemption through his blood,
the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's
grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding."
ERNEST:
That's all one sentence?
ROBERTA:
(Uncomfortable, but pressing on) The point is
ERNEST:
(Mocking) There's a point?
ROBERTA:
(A look) It gets back to square one: In here, (Indicates
the Bible) God sets the terms of the deal between himself and
man, then goes ahead and meets those terms himself. (Self satisfied
nod, and big breath)
ERNEST:
(Patronizing) Bert, you're a nice kid and well meaning, I'm
sure. But (Shrugs as he points to Bible), using that book
as some official memo from God-doesn't fly.
ROBERTA:
(Too academic) Have you ever researched who wrote it and
when and under what circumstances?
ERNEST:
Sure. Fine. A great history book, but where does the (Exaggerated)
holiness come in? (Grabs the Bible from BERT) And look at
the size of this sucker! Couldn't God have given us
the Cliff notes?
ROBERTA:
(Sarcastic herself) Sorry. Six thousand years takes up
some space. (Brighter) But, look, it's all here. Everything
that's happened between God and mankind.
ERNIE:
How do you know that?
ROBERTA:
(Floundering) Well, it's one continuous, unfolding story-
ERNEST:
(Interrupting) With a lot of really vague sentences and whacked-out
characters.
ROBERTA:
(Laughs) I'll give you that, but-(Looks up and sees bus coming,
quickens her comments) for all its difficulties, there are some
very clear statements: God is holy, we aren't. We need to be rescued,
God rescues.
ERNEST: What
about the contradictions?
ROBERTA:
What contradictions?
ERNEST:
(Shrugs) I don't know. They're all over. (Flips through
it haphazardly)
ROBERTA:
(Intensely) Have you ever read the Bible for yourself?
ERNEST: (Both
rise for bus, hands her back Bible) I don't have to. (Ribs
her) People are always quoting it to me! (CD of a bus sound)
Bus, Bert. Get on the bus.
ROBERTA:
You should give it an honest read. Ask God, "If it's true,
show me."
ERNEST:
When I don't even believe there is a God? (Starts to push Bert
from behind toward exit) Pushy, Bert. Too pushy. (Both exit
stage right.)
Lights
out.