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HARRIET:
If only it were that simple.
[A momentary silence as Harry and Harriet contemplate. Harriet nudges Harry’s tambourine with her foot]
Give us a tune then.
HARRY:
I’d rather not.
HARRIET:
Oh, go on. Maybe a little music will help get us in the mood again. Do you know ‘Jump’ by Van Halen?
HARRY:
I don’t take requests.
HARRIET:
You can’t play that thing, can you? You’re embarrassed.
HARRY:
No, no! That’s not it. I just don’t like playing. My mother, when she wasn’t being a palmist, was a drummer. She bullied me into playing percussion. I had it ‘drummed’ into me while I was very young, you might say.
HARRIET:
Very droll. Or should I say, very...drum roll?
[Harry glares at Harriet]
HARRY:
You’re not from around here, are you? You have an accent.