Last Play at Juilliard

So last week I brought in my last play to Juilliard, and in two weeks I have my last lab. Bittersweet, I suppose, but I did a lot of work these past two years, so I guess it's also a relief? That's the wrong word. I don't know.

Anyway, here's a mini-chunk of the first scene. It's between a brother and a sister.

The Children of Dentists

Cat and Andy are having a phone call.

ANDY
Okay. So. How is it?

CAT
They cook all the food in, like, a thick coating of lard. Like everything. Like scrambled eggs and lard. Chicken thighs and lard. Green beans and lard.

ANDY
I read somewhere that lard is actually healthier than, like, margarine and shit.

CAT
Rice pilaf and lard. Cereal and lard.

ANDY
No trans fats or... Unsaturated fats. Something.

CAT
Lard isn’t healthier than anything. It’s lard.

ANDY
C’mon. How is it going. For real. Give me something.

CAT
There are five types of people here. Besides, like, the nurses and shit.

ANDY
Okay.

CAT
There’s the anorexic girls, the depressed-suicidal-borderline girls, the pill popping, tweaked out girls, and the crazy, stab-your-face-with-a-plastic-fork girls.

ANDY
That’s four.

CAT
And then there’s me.