INT. ZOO — CAFETERIA — NIGHT
A whole SLEW OF ANIMALS convene around a table. FRANK the seagull perches on a chair.
Alright. Let’s go around the table.
Buster, let’s start with you.
Okay, yeah. That goat guy. With
the stutter… What’s his deal?
Dude man dude. Chill man chill.
Dude… Chill… Not a stutter.
Well lickety-fine split, gall darn
it! How darn-dilly else he
I DON’T LIKE CONFRONTA—
Now listen alls a moment, ‘fore
y’say things y’ain’t mean. We’re
all folks o’ Lord here, ‘n’ no
mistake: he listenin’.
Argument? Futility. Persuasion?
What brings us here, do you
imagine? Is it community? Plot?
Can a person simply decide to
Look, I think we all get…
I put that to you…
Think we all know—a deal’s a
deal. Neighbors neighbors, uh?
Not your family, see? We keep
things clean. …Right?
‘EY. YEA, YOU. CHOO TALKIN’
TO, FUR? CHOO PROBLEM WIFF
AGGRESSION? CHOO CHUMP?
Why must we entrench ourselves
in delusions of discourse—this
miasma of the farcical and few…
This fighting—we cannot use it.
We are like bird with seed.
We must be like the herd if we
Ah, zis passion! It empowers us,
does it, no? No better friends are
zere zen zem zat share!
Hey! Nunna y’all’s even arguin’.
Y’all’s jus’ sayin’, “Why’s we all
arguin’?” Be like muthafuggin’
Who’s On First all up in here…
Bee Em See has somethin’ to
Everyone freezes, turns to Big Mac, who sits motionlessly on his log. Everybody’s nervous. A beat.
Well said, Mac, well said. Well, I
think this show’s over. If you
have anything else, just talk to
me. That means you, Beth.