The Man From Earth

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John is stacking boxes into his pickup track as his friends arrive.

DAN: Hey, buddy! You don’t waste time, do you?

JOHN: I try not to.

DAN: Well, you need help?

JOHN: Sure!

John and Dan lift a heavy box on to the truck.

HARRY: Would you like to tell us what the hell that was all about?

JOHN: I don’t like good-byes. (shrugs)

HARRY: Kind of the point of a good-bye party, John! Went to a certain amount of trouble, you know? Could’ve at least stayed a few minutes, huh? Eaten some of the food we so feverishly prepared?

JOHN: (hugging Edith) I apologize, Harry!

EDITH: But why are you moving so quickly, you only resigned a couple of days ago!

DAN: You got the history chair at Stanford.

JOHN: I wish!

HARRY: Well, tacos, chicken wings, tuna salad and beer. If we’d had more time, we’d’a done something a little more grandiose…Candlelight dinner at McDonalds.

(doing a small hip-shake)…Strippers!

JOHN: (warmly yet authoritatively) Tacos are fine!

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