Angel: Why are you distraught? Open tryouts sound good!
Portia: Angel, it’s Hamlet! It’s—Hamlet!
Portia: I have to get this part. I’ve never wanted something so much in my whole life. But I’ve never acted before! I don’t know what I’m doing!
Angel: It’s okay, it’s okay. Who’s the drama club teacher? We’ll bribe them.
Angel (getting caught up in his own thoughts; starting to pay less attention to Portia): But we need money to bribe them… So we’ll have a bake sale! But we have to make sure the muffins are popular and make lots of money. So they’ll be pizza muffins with nickelteen to make people addicted!
Portia: Is it better or worse that you do seem to genuinely think you’re helping?
Angel (pacing): But you don’t know how to bake, so first you go to corollary school. You could just go to acting school, but then we don’t get to practice bribing or have pizza muffins, so that’s not my recommendation.
