Whats-it

Act 2 Scene 11 - Whats-it

(The Smoker is sitting back in a patio chair, when very loud, tinny strains of a familiar song come charging over the neighbor's wall to assault his ears)

C: What's that noise?!
TS: It's that song, y'know (hums) Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all that I caa-aaa-aan.(stops humming) Yeah, I think it's called, umm, uh, y'know, that one song, by that one chick, y'know...
C: You have absolutely no clue. Do you?
TS: Shit, man. I could've made up any name, and you wouldn't have disagreed. You only knew I was ignorant of the fact because I hesitated on giving you an answer.
C: Yeah, that's true. But if I had known who sang it, and you made up some bullshit answer, I still wouldn't have disagreed with you. I would've just let you sit there and make a pompous ass out of yourself, all the while lowering your worth in my estimation. Fortunately for your self-esteem, the nature of arrogance is such that you wouldn't even think about that possibility, but just "know" that you were further enlightening me with your self-convinced answer.
TS: Well, you don't know, so I could've gotten away with.
C: It's called "The Power of Love". And it's by Celine Dion. Biatch.
TS:(smoldering)...
TS: Fuck you, Cigarette. Fuck you.

(The Smoker grinds Cigarette out disgustedly, and exits inside, thus escaping further auditory suffering)