The Fallen-Drama Skit

The Fallen-Drama Skit

Themes: Conflict in marriage; placing blame; overlooking your own faults but pointing out someone else's; marriage enrichment; putting your mate's needs ahead of your own; selfishness
Categories: Love & Marriage, Topical 
Summary:

Jack and Gwen are late for a meeting.  On the way there, they blame each other and once inside the meeting, they continue airing out their "dirty laundry."  They argue over how each other looks and how long it takes for each of them to get ready when leaving the house.  They argue over money, workloads, hobbies and even sex.  Their arguments escalate, until the couple realizes they are in a room full of people who are listening to their every word.  Embarrassed, Gwen storms out of the meeting, with Jack tagging behind her.  In her haste, Gwen falls and hurts her ankle, causing she and Jack to share a few tender moments.  In the end, they realize where their behavior has brought them, and resolve to do better at thinking of the other's needs, as well as to hit their knees in prayer over their marriage relationship.

 
Notes:

The skit is written with 2 characters in mind, and a room full of people is "implied."  If desired, several other characters could be sitting around a table or such, and though they say nothing they could pretend they are speaking, and periodically, give "dirty" looks to the main couple.

 
Style: Drama

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Characters: 2 (1 Male, 1 Female)
Length: 5-8 minutes
 
Excerpt (Sample)

Setting:  The stage is empty except for 2 chairs.  As the scene opens, Jack and Gwen enter arguing. They may want to enter from the back of the room or up an aisle if possible, arguing as they reach the stage.

 

 

Jack:

(looking at his watch) I told you we weren't going to make it on time.  You know I hate being late but here we are, late again as usual.

Gwen:

You're blaming this on me? Maybe if you had told me about this meeting earlier instead of waiting until the last minute, perhaps I could have been ready sooner. 

Jack:

So I forgot to tell you this one time. If it didn't take you so long to get ready this wouldn't even be an issue.

Gwen:

It wasn't just this one time Jack.  You forget to tell me things every day.  If I don't get the message first, I may not ever know about it.  

Jack:

Excuse me for not making a hundred lists like you do.  You're the reason the notepad companies stay in business.

Gwen:

You may not like it but those lists keep my life running smoothly.  At least I'm organized, which is more than I can say for some people. (indicating Jack)

Jack:

(looks into a "pretend" window) Great, they've already started the meeting.

Gwen:

So what.  Just walk fast and find a seat quickly. 

Jack and Gwen open a pretend door and walk hurriedly to their seats.   

Gwen:

(leans over, talks in a softer voice) See? That wasn't so bad.  No big deal.

Jack:

(also trying to speak more softly) It's a big deal to me.  Being late shows irresponsibility.

Gwen:

(looks around) No one seems to care. Get over it. 

Jack:

I care.  Tell me, if you're so organized how come it takes you so long to get ready to go anywhere?

Gwen:

What are you talking about?

Jack:

I'm talking about the fact that you have to spend an hour and a half primping before you can leave the house. 

Gwen:

Do we have to have this conversation again, right now?

Jack:

Yes.  I want to know.  What takes you so long? I can get ready in 5 minutes. 

Gwen:

Looking this good takes some effort, Jack.  It's something you wouldn't know anything about.

Jack:

What's that supposed to mean?

Gwen:

It means I try hard to look nice for you.  What do you ever do for me? 

Jack:

I shower.

Gwen:

(sarcastic) Gosh, don't sweep  me off my feet all at once. Would it kill you to put on some cologne once in awhile?  Or maybe wear something that isn't sports related?

Jack:

This shirt isn't sports related.

Gwen:

(glares at him) Yeah, but what decade is it from?

Jack:

This was my lucky shirt in college.  I love this shirt. 

Gwen:

And how many years ago was that? Besides, didn't you just wear that a few days ago?

Jack:

(sniffs under his arm) It still smells good. 

Gwen:

That's why it only takes you 5 minutes to go somewhere, Jack.  You grab whatever was lying on the dresser or the floor from yesterday and go.  I, on the other hand, actually put some thought into my wardrobe, and I iron my clothes. Between all that, a shower, hair and make-up it takes awhile to get ready.

Jack:

But you don't need to do all that stuff.

Gwen:

I do it so I look good for you.

Jack:

(laughs) No you don't.  You do it so all your girlfriends will notice and say (in a mocking high voice) "Oh Gwen, I love that lipstick.  That outfit is so adorable. You're hair is soooo bouncy."

Gwen:

At least they notice.

Jack:

You know what I'd notice?  If we ever actually got anywhere on time.

Gwen:

(starting to get angry, speaking a bit louder) Well, maybe I'd have more time to get ready and we wouldn't be late so often if I had a little more help around the house.

Jack:

(also starting to get angry) Here we go again-the conversation about how I do nothing while you do everything. Let me tell you something, I work hard all day.  When I get home the last thing I want to do is more work. 

Gwen:

(defensive) You think I don't work hard all day?  I take care of the kids, I do all the laundry, and all the shopping, I pay the bills, I make dinner...

Jack:

(speaking louder) And I go to work to make the big bucks so you can stay home and do all that.  I don't think it's too much to ask that I be able to rest when I get home at night.

Gwen:

And I don't think it's too much to ask that you give me a hand once in awhile. 

Jack:

I do my fair share.

Gwen:

Yeah, you do your fair share of leaving your clothes lying all over the floor, leaving your dishes on the sofa in the family room, leaving your trash lying on the counter...

Jack:

(sarcastic) That's right Gwen, the world is going to end because I didn't throw away my cheese wrapper.  (looking around, holding his hands up in the air like you would if you were being handcuffed) Oh no, call the cheese police and have them arrest me.