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(When Piggy comes into Apartment #5, she hears humming and conversation coming from the kitchen."
Piggy: (standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room) Wouldn't it just be easier to move the comfy chair in here?
Fozzie: I'm comfy. (He takes another big bite of his sandwich.)
Kermit: (chewing and swallowing before speaking) I'll sit wherever Ru wants to feed me.
Ru: (grinning) What's the matter, Honey? Don't like the kitchen furniture or don't like the kitchen crowd?
Piggy: (making a face and waving Ru's words away with a languid move of her hand) Moi is just wondering why we always seem to congregate in here. What are you eating, anyway?
Ru: Tomato sandwiches! Want one, Sweetie? The tomatoes have come in with a vengeance.
Fozzie: (nervously) Um, they didn't that once when we were doing the show. (his voice gets smaller) Right in the middle of my act.
Kermit: (patting his bed bud on the back) It's okay, Fozzie. I think Ru just meant that we have lots of tomatoes getting ripe now.
Piggy: Can Moi have a tomato and cucumber sandwich instead?
Ru: Sure thing, honey. White or wheat or rye?
Piggy: Rye.
Ru: Mayo and brown mustard or just mayo.
Piggy: Um...both, I think.
(Ru makes the sandwich, layering tomato slices and cucumber slices onto the dark bread. She cuts it into little triangles and puts it in front of Piggy on a paper towel.)
Piggy: (looking pointedly at the towel) What--now we're foregoing plates?
Fozzie: (eyeing the sandwich) If you don't want it--
Piggy: Back off, fuzzy wuzzy.
Ru: (dryly) Somebody's got a bee in their bonnet.
Kermit: Hmm. I wish.
Ru: (flashing him a smile) Sorry, sweetie--I don't deal with the live ones. (to Piggy) What's the matter, Piggy--having a bad day?
Piggy: (sighing dramatically) I have a headache and I got a parking ticket and they were out of my favorite lipstick and my feet hurt.
(For a moment, no one speaks, a little surprised by this outburst of complaining, then there is a general rush to comfort. Ru comes over and gives Piggy a little hug.)
Ru: Let me get you something for your headache, Honey--you might have gotten a little over-heated outside today.
Fozzie: Was your ticket from Bobo?
Piggy: (hissing a little) Yes! I--I tried to explain that I was just unloading a big package--
Fozzie: (confidently) I can get it fixed for you. (They all turn to stare at him, and Fozzie reacts nervously to their scrutiny.) What? I can--I know the bear in charge. He takes care of all of Bobo's, um, boo-boos.
Piggy: (sounding surprised herself) Thank you, Fozzie. That would be lovely.
(Kermit has reached over and pulled Piggy's feet into his lap. He takes off her strappy cork wedges and begins to rub her feet gently but firmly.)
Piggy: Ooh! Ah--watch the ticklish spots--oh! Stop, Kermit!
(But Kermit stops teasing her with tickling her feet and she does not pull away. Ru puts a glass of water on the table and two pills into Piggy's satin-gloved hand. Piggy takes them, then sighs.)
Ru: Better, Sweetie?
Piggy: Yes. (hesitates) Yes--thank you, roomies.
Kermit: You're welcome, Piggy--that's what roomies are for.
Piggy: (standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room) Wouldn't it just be easier to move the comfy chair in here?
Fozzie: I'm comfy. (He takes another big bite of his sandwich.)
Kermit: (chewing and swallowing before speaking) I'll sit wherever Ru wants to feed me.
Ru: (grinning) What's the matter, Honey? Don't like the kitchen furniture or don't like the kitchen crowd?
Piggy: (making a face and waving Ru's words away with a languid move of her hand) Moi is just wondering why we always seem to congregate in here. What are you eating, anyway?
Ru: Tomato sandwiches! Want one, Sweetie? The tomatoes have come in with a vengeance.
Fozzie: (nervously) Um, they didn't that once when we were doing the show. (his voice gets smaller) Right in the middle of my act.
Kermit: (patting his bed bud on the back) It's okay, Fozzie. I think Ru just meant that we have lots of tomatoes getting ripe now.
Piggy: Can Moi have a tomato and cucumber sandwich instead?
Ru: Sure thing, honey. White or wheat or rye?
Piggy: Rye.
Ru: Mayo and brown mustard or just mayo.
Piggy: Um...both, I think.
(Ru makes the sandwich, layering tomato slices and cucumber slices onto the dark bread. She cuts it into little triangles and puts it in front of Piggy on a paper towel.)
Piggy: (looking pointedly at the towel) What--now we're foregoing plates?
Fozzie: (eyeing the sandwich) If you don't want it--
Piggy: Back off, fuzzy wuzzy.
Ru: (dryly) Somebody's got a bee in their bonnet.
Kermit: Hmm. I wish.
Ru: (flashing him a smile) Sorry, sweetie--I don't deal with the live ones. (to Piggy) What's the matter, Piggy--having a bad day?
Piggy: (sighing dramatically) I have a headache and I got a parking ticket and they were out of my favorite lipstick and my feet hurt.
(For a moment, no one speaks, a little surprised by this outburst of complaining, then there is a general rush to comfort. Ru comes over and gives Piggy a little hug.)
Ru: Let me get you something for your headache, Honey--you might have gotten a little over-heated outside today.
Fozzie: Was your ticket from Bobo?
Piggy: (hissing a little) Yes! I--I tried to explain that I was just unloading a big package--
Fozzie: (confidently) I can get it fixed for you. (They all turn to stare at him, and Fozzie reacts nervously to their scrutiny.) What? I can--I know the bear in charge. He takes care of all of Bobo's, um, boo-boos.
Piggy: (sounding surprised herself) Thank you, Fozzie. That would be lovely.
(Kermit has reached over and pulled Piggy's feet into his lap. He takes off her strappy cork wedges and begins to rub her feet gently but firmly.)
Piggy: Ooh! Ah--watch the ticklish spots--oh! Stop, Kermit!
(But Kermit stops teasing her with tickling her feet and she does not pull away. Ru puts a glass of water on the table and two pills into Piggy's satin-gloved hand. Piggy takes them, then sighs.)
Ru: Better, Sweetie?
Piggy: Yes. (hesitates) Yes--thank you, roomies.
Kermit: You're welcome, Piggy--that's what roomies are for.