[A busy street corner. STEVE is asking for spare change as people whisk by. He is failing miserably.]
Excuse me –. I’m sorry, can I –. Have a blessed –. Trouble you for some –. Have a blessed day.
[The street is bustling. STEVE gets an idea.]
[Calling after someone.] Excuse me, sir. Sir!
[A MAN stops and looks at Steve.]
You dropped your pocket.
[The MAN drops to the floor looking for his “pocket.” Nothing else matters.]
[Laughing.] Sir, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it was a joke.
Please leave me alone! I’m looking for my pocket!
[STEVE laughs. A group of GIRLS walk by.]
Hey, girls! You dropped your pockets.
[The GIRLS fall on all fours in a frantic search.]
Oh, my God! Where’d it go! I need to find my pocket!
[Another group enters.]
Ya’ll dropped your pockets!
[They fall. Another group enters. They fall. Another. And another. Again and again.]
You dropped your pockets. Hey, you! Dropped your pocket. Excuse, ma’am! Dropped your pocket!
[Steve continues until all are on their hands and knees surrounding him, searching madly for their “pockets.”]
[Shit-eating grin.] Suckers.
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