MAN: (less confident) I just wanted to say that I don’t like the way you rehearse.
DIRECTOR: Directing’s part of my job description, so leave that to me. If you let all the professionals do what they do the way they want to, as they know best, our country would have changed to the good long ago. But you interfere with everything and spoil everything. (pointing to WOMAN) Take your fellow member of the government as your example. She’s sitting quietly and not trying to stretch the rehearsal out with pointless bickering. (to WOMAN) Because you’re a minister, an elected representative, or something like that too, aren’t you?
WOMAN: What of it?
DIRECTOR: Nothing. So what are you running there?
WOMAN: What ministry would they give to a woman? Only what is considered the most unimportant, third-rate – health care, education, culture…
DIRECTOR: And which of those ministries do you head up?
WOMAN: Me…? (racking her brains) It’s… You know… Education, I think… Or no – Culture. I always get them mixed up. (to MAN) Do you remember? At present I’m Minister of what – Education or Culture?
MAN: (sullenly) Agriculture.
WOMAN: Right! For some reason I was thinking Culture.
MAN: You were head of Culture last time around.
WOMAN: Why didn’t you remind me before? At yesterday’s meeting, I kept saying that our main aim is to develop culture.
MAN: No big deal. They probably thought you were pushing them to improve crop cultivation or something.
CONSULTANT: Sorry to interfere, but the rehearsal’s fallen off the radar. Isn’t it time we got back to it?
DIRECTOR: My dear girl, it’s obvious that you don’t understand a thing about the theater. All rehearsals mainly consist of unnecessary chit-chat and people at each other’s throats. Without conflict, no show is ever born. But I wasn’t just wool-gathering. I’m feeling that tomorrow’s performance is missing something. Something that pops… It’s all boring, mundane. There’s nothing spectacular about it… It’s how anyone would do it… I need to come up with something – a discovery, a hook, a gimmick, a ploy… (thinks for a moment) Maybe our esteemed prime minister will ravish this fine figure of a woman on live TV.
WOMAN: Me?!
DIRECTOR: Who else?
MAN: You’re out of your mind!
WOMAN: What’s the big whoop? I don’t mind.