FAMILY 2.0
by Walter Wykes
CHARACTERS
WIFE
HUSBAND
SON
DAUGHTER
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG
[A perfect-looking house—the kind
you find in magazines. A perfect-looking
WIFE puts the finishing touches on her perfect-looking living room. The front door opens and HUSBAND enters.]
HUSBAND: Hi, Honey! I’m home!
WIFE: Who are you? What are you doing in my house?!
HUSBAND: I’m your new
husband. Where should I put my coat?
[He tries to kiss WIFE, but she
backs away from him terrified.]
WIFE: Don’t touch me! I’ll scream!
I’ll call the police!
HUSBAND: Aren’t you going to ask
how my day was?
WIFE: [Attempting to pacify him.]
How … how was your day?
HUSBAND: It was awful! Just like every other day! Same old boring job. Same old boring boss. Same old boring life. And then, on the way home, suddenly it hit to
me—why come home to the same old boring wife and house and kids and dog when I
could try something new?
WIFE: But you can’t just—
HUSBAND: I’ve always admired your
home. It’s very well kept.
WIFE: Thank you, but—
HUSBAND: I pass it every day on
my way to work, so I thought today I’d give it a try. It has to be more
exciting than the one I’ve been coming home to for the past fifteen years.
WIFE: But … I already have a
husband.
HUSBAND: He can have my
life. Where does he work?
WIFE: He’s an executive. At a technology company.
HUSBAND: Perfect! I love technology! All those little gadgets and stuff! It’ll be great!
WIFE: Look, I’m … I’m sorry your
life is so boring. My life is boring
too. But you can’t just walk in here and
expect us to—
HUSBAND: Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you flowers!
[He produces a bouquet of flowers
from his coat.]
WIFE: You brought me flowers?
HUSBAND: They’re orchids—a symbol
of rare beauty and eternal love—my love for you.
WIFE: My … my husband hasn’t
brought me flowers in almost fifteen years.
HUSBAND: I wrote you a poem too.
WIFE: A poem?
HUSBAND: Would you like me to
recite it?
WIFE: Well … if you went to the
trouble of writing it … I … I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.
HUSBAND: You take my breath away.
Like the sunset or a summer day.
When I gaze at the moon
Or the ocean blue
They pale beside the sight of
you.
You take my breath away.
WIFE: That’s beautiful. You … you really wrote that?
HUSBAND: For you.
[Pause. She considers this.]
WIFE: Do you pee in the shower?
HUSBAND: Never.
WIFE: Hog the sheets?
HUSBAND: Nope.
WIFE: Snore?
HUSBAND: I don’t think so.
WIFE: Any history of baldness in
your family?
HUSBAND: On the contrary. We’re very hairy.
WIFE: Would you do your own
laundry or wait for me to do it.
HUSBAND: Do it myself.
WIFE: Fix the toilet or call a
plumber?
HUSBAND: Fix it.
WIFE: Shingle the roof or buy a
new house?
HUSBAND: New house.
WIFE: Anniversary in Maui or
Vegas?
HUSBAND: Maui .
WIFE: Watch football or do me in
the kitchen?
HUSBAND: Do you really have to
ask?
WIFE: Will you constantly try to
pork me in the rear?
HUSBAND: Only if you want me to.
WIFE: Tell me about your first
wife.
HUSBAND: She was a nag. A nag
with no boobs. She had boobs until the baby was born, but he sucked them right
off. I’m a boob man, so it was completely unworkable.
WIFE: You left because she lost
her boobs?
HUSBAND: There were other
things. But I have to be honest—it was
mainly the boobs.
WIFE: What if I lose my boobs?
Will you leave me too?
HUSBAND: It looks like you’ve got
plenty to spare! [They make out.] Can we have sex now?
WIFE: Easy, Tiger. You’ll have to win the kids over first. Children! [Enter SON and DAUGHTER.] Children,
meet your new father.
HUSBAND: Hi, kids.
SON: You’re not my father! You’re a fake! An imposter!
HUSBAND: Do you like baseball?
SON: Sure.
HUSBAND: I’ll take you to the Big
Game.
SON: The Big Game?! No way! [He embraces HUSBAND.] I love you,
Dad!
DAUGHTER: What about me? I hate baseball.
HUSBAND: Do you like shopping?
DAUGHTER: Duh.
HUSBAND: Here—knock yourself out.
[He hands her a hundred dollar
bill.]
DAUGHTER: A hundred dollar
bill?! You’re the greatest!
[She kisses HUSBAND on the
cheek.]
WIFE: Go play in your room,
kids. Your father and I need some time
alone.
DAUGHTER: Sure thing, Mom.
SON: See ya later, Dad.
[Exit kids.]
WIFE: [Seductively.] Now where
were we?
[They make out. Enter FIRST HUSBAND.]
FIRST HUSBAND: Hi, Honey! I’m … what’s going on here?! What are you doing to my wife?!
HUSBAND: I’m trying to pork her
in the rear.
FIRST HUSBAND: I’m calling the
police!
WIFE: Wait! Give me your key.
FIRST HUSBAND: What?
WIFE: Your key. Hand it over.
FIRST HUSBAND: I don’t
understand.
WIFE: He’s replacing you.
FIRST HUSBAND: Replacing me?
WIFE: That’s right. He’s in—you’re out.
FIRST HUSBAND: But why?!
WIFE: He brought me flowers! When’s the last time you brought me flowers?!
FIRST HUSBAND: I—
WIFE: Exactly. Now stop stuttering and hand over the key.
FIRST HUSBAND: But … what about
the kids?! You can’t take the kids away
from me! Kids! [Enter SON and DAUGHTER.]
You don’t want me to go—do you kids?
SON: He’s taking me to the Big
Game.
FIRST HUSBAND: I’ll take you!
SON: Too late. You had your chance.
FIRST HUSBAND: But—
DAUGHTER: Sorry. It’s nothing personal.
WIFE: [Her hand outstretched] The
key.
FIRST HUSBAND: But I don’t want
to go! Please, I’ll … I’ll do
anything! Just let me stay! I won’t bother you! I’ll stay out of the way! I’ll … I’ll be another kid! Or the family dog!
SON: I’ve always wanted a dog!
DAUGHTER: Eww! He’s gonna get hair everywhere!
SON: Please?! Can I keep him?! Can I?!
WIFE: I don’t know. What do you think, Honey?
HUSBAND: He’d be your
responsibility, Son. We’re not going to
feed him for you, or take him for walks, or clean up his poop—
SON: I’ll take care of him! I promise! [To FIRST HUSBAND/DOG.] Come here,
boy! Sit! Roll over!
Play dead! Good boy!
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
DAUGHTER: Can I go shopping now?
WIFE: If your father will drive
you.
DAUGHTER: Dad?
HUSBAND: Well … your mother and I
were sort of in the middle of something.
DAUGHTER: But I want to go
now! There’s a sale!
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
HUSBAND: Okay, just give us—
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof!
WIFE: I think the dog has to go.
HUSBAND: Son, take your dog
outside.
SON: I can’t. I have homework.
[Exit SON.]
DAUGHTER: Can I go shopping or
not?
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
WIFE: Honey, could you take care
of the dog?
HUSBAND: It’s not my dog.
WIFE: You told him he could keep
it.
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof!
HUSBAND: Do we have a leash?
DAUGHTER: Is anybody listening to
me?
[Enter SON with baseball and
glove.]
SON: Hey Dad, can we play ball?
HUSBAND: I thought you had
homework.
SON: I just finished.
DAUGHTER: Hello?
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
HUSBAND: [To SON.] Here—take the
dog outside.
SON: I have to poop.
[Exit SON.]
WIFE: [To HUSBAND] While you’re
out, can you take the trash?
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof!
HUSBAND: Ahh … sure.
DAUGHTER: I hate this family!
WIFE: And could you do something
about your daughter?
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof!
HUSBAND: What do you want me to—
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
HUSBAND: [To FIRST HUSBAND/DOG]
Shut up, you stupid mutt!
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Grrr!
[FIRST HUSBAND/DOG bites
HUSBAND’S pants and pulls him towards the door.]
WIFE: I think he really wants to
go.
DAUGHTER: What about me?! Does anybody care what I want?!
[Enter SON.]
SON: The Big Game starts any
minute! We have to go!
HUSBAND: [To WIFE] When … when we
get back it would be really nice to have some quality alone time if you know
what I mean.
WIFE: It’ll have to wait,
Dear. You have responsibilities now.
HUSBAND: Responsibilities?! This isn’t what I signed up for! You’re just like my first wife!
WIFE: WHAT did you say?!!!
HUSBAND: I—
WIFE: Don’t compare me to that
flat-chested bitch!
HUSBAND: I didn’t mean—
WIFE: Do you see these
tits?! Do you ever want to touch these
tits again?!
HUSBAND: Yes! Yes, I do!
That’s what I—
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof! Woof!
SON: We’re gonna miss the
game! We have to go NOW!
DAUGHTER: I asked first! It’s not fair!
WIFE: If I ever hear you even
THINK her name again—
DAUGHTER: You can’t just ignore
me!
SON: You promised!
WIFE: I swear to God—
FIRST HUSBAND/DOG: Woof!
[As the cacophony rises, everyone
converges on HUSBAND who climbs onto the couch to escape them. They surround him like a pack of rabid
wolves.]
WIFE
Your balls will be so blue you’ll
be begging me to fuck you in the ass!
Are you hearing me?! Are we clear
on this?! It’s gonna take a LOT of
ass-kissing to make up for this little slip-up, Mister! Not only am I not like her, but she doesn’t
exist! She’s a figment of your
imagination! She’s not even a
figment! I am the first and only woman
you’ve ever loved, buddy, and you will grovel at my feet if you want any
pudding from my kitchen!
SON
All I wanted to do was go to the
Big Game! But now it’s too late! I already told all of my friends we were
going, and they’re all going too, and now they’re going to see that I’m not
really there and they’re going to know what losers we are! I’ll bet you didn’t even buy tickets—did
you?! Liar! My other Dad would have taken me! I should have gone with him! I’m never going to believe another word you
say! You’re a big fat ugly liar!
DAUGHTER
Am I invisible? Am I not even here? What do I have to do to get some attention in
this house?! Do I have to shoot
somebody? Do I have to blow something up? Maybe I should get pregnant! I should find the first boy who wants to fuck
me and just pull up my skirt! There are
plenty of boys at school who’d like to fuck me!
Maybe they already have! Maybe I
just haven’t told you! Or maybe I have
but you don’t fucking listen!
DOG
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
HUSBAND: I NEED A NEW LIFE!!!
[Blackout.]