Lime Juice by Eric Bogosian

(Two youths, Jeff and Carla, sit outside a drug store)

Jeff: I'm telling you I'm gonna do it.

Carla: You're not going to leave this town.

Jeff: Oh yeah? Why not? Why can't I leave this town! There's nothing in this town for me!

Carla: You always say that!

Jeff: Well it's true, isn't it!

Carla: No! Because everytime you say it and then you never leave... you just sit here, talking about how you're going to leave... how you're going to find the real thing... but you know you never will!

Jeff: Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I tell you what, I'm gonna leave tomorrow! Yeah! Tomorrow! There's nothing in this town for me! What do I do? Live with my fucking parents and hang out with you all fucking day! That's all I do! That's all I ever do! But I can't just sit here rotting all day every day not knowing when I'm gonna get out! It's not going to happen! There's nothing in this town that's real! NOTHING!

(Looks to his right, sees a stray bottle of lime juice)

Jeff (Con't): Except for this lime juice... this lime juice is real.

(Carla drinks her beer, black out)

Lime Juice by William Wycherley

(Lord Lime enters and finds Lady Sourpuss)

Lord Lime: Oh! Lady Sourpuss, I didn't see you there.

Lady Sourpuss: Ah Lord Lime, what a surprise.

Lord Lime: A pleasant surprise I hope.

Lady Sourpuss: Oh indeed... my husband is out... perhaps it's time for...

Lord Lime: A scandal?

Lady Sourpuss: Yes indeed. Perhaps you can treat me to a little Lime Juice, Lord Lime.

Lord Lime: Oh miss Sourpuss, you tease.

(They giggle, and walk off to another room, a scandal occurs)

Lime Juice by David Mamet

(Lights up on two fast talking Chicago thugs)

Jerry: Fucking fuck.

Carl: Fuck you talking about?

Jerry: Talking about the fucking...

Carl: I swear to God if you're talking about...

Jerry: Fuck!

Carl: DON'T START WITH ME!

Jerry: I'm talking about it!

Carl: You talking about me!

Jerry: No I'm not fuckin talking about you...

Carl: Then who you fucking talking...

Jerry: I'm talking about lime juice!

(Pause)

Carl: Oh.

Lime Juice by Harold Pinter

(Lights up on two middle aged men. They sit and stare at the tapas in front of them)
Gerald: These tapas are bland.
Harry: Oh.
Gerald: They lack tang.
Harry: Tang?
Gerald: Tang.
(Long Pause)
Harry: Tang.
(Beat)
Gerald: Do you have lime juice?
Harry: Lime Juice?
Gerald: Yes.
(Beat)
Harry: No.
(Pause)
Gerald: Oh.
(Gerald cries)
Fin