what— . . . You wanna just talk later?
(Pause. Tammy looks at Isabelle, then at Troy.)
TAMMY: No, Troy, actually I wanna talk now, I—
ISABELLE: Oh hey Max.
(Pause. Tammy stops herself.)
MAX: Um. Hey.
ISABELLE: So what’s going on with you?
MAX: Not—much?
TROY (To Tammy): What / is it?
ISABELLE: How’s your band? Tell us about your band!
TAMMY: / Nothing, never mind.
MAX: We broke up like four weeks ago. I told you that.
ISABELLE: Oh that’s too bad how’d it happen?!
MAX: Isabelle, what are you doing?
(Eddie reenters with plates, silverware, and a large plastic vat of salad. He puts it all on the table.)
ISABELLE: Eddie you want help?
EDDIE: I’m fine.
(Eddie quickly exits. The speaker begins to crackle as before. Troy looks at it.)
TROY: When did that start?
MAX: Couple days ago, you haven’t noticed?
TROY: Why aren’t we paying to fix these things?
MAX: ’Cause the only customers we have right now are ourselves?
(Pause. A silence in the conversation. Max looks at Becky, nods.)
’Sup.
BECKY: Jesus Christ.
(Eddie enters with a tray of breadsticks.)
TROY: Eddie, we don’t need breadsticks, we have the whole dinner / rush—
EDDIE: We’re fine.
(Eddie quickly exits again.)
BECKY: Are we still getting paid right now?
TROY: Yes, hon, we—
(Tammy starts to get up. Isabelle is increasingly uncomfortable.)
TAMMY: I think— / I think I’m gonna go.
ISABELLE: Hey Max let’s go help Eddie in the kitchen.
TROY: / Tammy, please just—.
MAX: What’s with you?
TROY: Just stay?
(Tammy slowly sits back down. Eddie reenters with a large pot full of soup, carrying it with his bare hands.)
EDDIE: Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow—
(Eddie plops the soup onto the table.)
Okay. Here we go!
MAX: I’m not hungry.
ISABELLE: Yeah, Eddie, I really don’t want anything—
BECKY: Me neither.
EDDIE: Guys, let’s just—. Let’s just eat something?
(Eddie starts quickly filling bowls with soup.)
It’s been a long week, right? We’re all tired, we’re miserable, but right now? We can all just—have lunch together, / I think we can all manage that.
TROY: Eddie—
MAX: Buddy, calm down—
(Eddie accidentally sloshes some of the soup onto Becky.)
EDDIE: Oh God, I’m sorry Becky—
BECKY: Is there meat in this?
(Short pause.)
EDDIE: Shit—
BECKY: There’s meat in this!
TAMMY: / Becky, it’s okay—
TROY: Honey—
EDDIE: I’m sorry Becky—
BECKY: It’s all over me—
TROY: / Okay calm down—
ISABELLE: Eddie I think I should probably watch the front in case / someone comes—
TAMMY (To Becky): Honey, it’s okay, / just take a deep breath—
EDDIE: I locked up, don’t worry about it.
MAX: You what?
EDDIE: / It’s fine—
BECKY: I’m gonna be sick.
TROY: Becky, you’re fine. / Just tell yourself not to throw up and you won’t throw up.
ISABELLE: Eddie you can’t just close the restaurant—
EDDIE: Why not? / It’s my restaurant!
(Eddie continues to serve soup.)
TAMMY: Becky, let’s just go home, okay?
TROY: No, you—. Tammy I never said that I was going to let you take Becky back / home—
TAMMY: Troy, for God’s sake, can / we just skip this part?!
ISABELLE: Eddie, no one wants any lunch, / just stop!
BECKY: I need to go to the bathroom.
(The speaker crackles louder. Max gets up.)
MAX: This is nuts. I’m opening the front.
EDDIE (To Max): No. Stay here.
TAMMY: I’ll take Becky home and / she can take a shower—
TROY (To Tammy): You are not taking her home—
ISABELLE: / We can’t just close in the middle of the day!
BECKY: JESUS WILL YOU TWO STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I’M NOT HERE?
(Becky takes off her apron, throwing it on the ground.)
TROY: / Great. Here we go.
TAMMY (To Becky): Honey, let’s
