CYNTHIA: Don’t you remember now?
MARC: No! Let me out!
CYNTHIA: Oh come off it, Marc. You are sooooo much bigger than me. If you wanted to get out, you would. Wouldn’t you? (Laughing) Of course, you wouldn’t want to hurt your sister. You’ve always been such a good boy.
MARC: I’m not going to play this game with you.
CYNTHIA: Look at you, speaking back to me. Your senior year must have been good to you. Go Vikings! (Cynthia pulls the baseball bat across their laps and cheers.) Let me ask you a question, Marcy-Marc. Have you gotten laid yet? I mean, you know,
the big step. Have you lost your virginity yet? Are you a dirty bird yet? (Cynthia pulls the bat tighter across their laps.)MARC: It’s none of your god damn business. (Pause) You want me to hurt you, is that it? So, you can cry immediately to Mom when she comes home? So, no matter what, I look like the bad guy. This is bullshit, Cyn. You are bullshit.
CYNTHIA: I never make you look like the bad guy! Come on, isn’t roller coaster fun?
MARC: A blast. God, you are so tiring.
CYNTHIA: I’m tiring, am I? Do you remember what you used to do to keep me from screaming on Roller Coaster? Do you remember that?
(Pause)
MARC: No. No, I don’t.
CYNTHIA: You are a liar.
MARC: I don’t have any idea what you are talking about.
CYNTHIA: Of course, you do. You know, being a psych major has it’s advantages. And one thing I can tell about you is how much you are living in denial. LIAR.
MARC: It’s your first year. You know nothing, you bitch!
CYNTHIA: Remember when I used to do this on the scary Roller Coaster ride, right before it was about to dip?
(Cynthia begins to scream, softly then breaking into a loud, uncontrollable angry yelp. She sounds like she is about to cry.)