| MARJORIE | Lois Smith |
| WALTER | Jeff Ward |
| TESS | Lisa Emery |
| JON | Frank Wood |
Marjorie Prime had its New York premiere at Playwrights Horizons on November 20, 2015. It was directed by Anne Kauffman. The scenic design was by Laura Jellinek, the costume design was by Jessica Pabst, the lighting design was by Ben Stanton, and the sound design was by Daniel Kluger; the production stage manager was Vanessa Coakley, and the directing resident was Lauren Z. Adleman. The cast was as follows:
| MARJORIE | Lois Smith |
| WALTER | Noah Bean |
| TESS | Lisa Emery |
| JON | Stephen Root |
| MARJORIE | Eighty-five |
| WALTER | Early thirties |
| TESS | Marjorie’s daughter, fifty-five |
| JON | Marjorie’s son-in-law, fifty-five |
NOTE
A slash “ / ” indicates overlapping dialogue. Periods are sometimes omitted in order to suggest a rolling momentum in the dialogue.
Tess and Jon’s living room. On one side of the room, we can see an entryway beyond the open kitchen. On the other side, there is a hallway leading off to the unseen bedrooms.
Marjorie, eighty-five, sits in a recliner. (The lumpy chair doesn’t go with the rest of the decor—clearly it’s been added for her comfort.) Marjorie’s visitor, Walter, looks like a young career man from 1998. He seems to be in his early thirties—bright-eyed and handsome in an unspectacular way.
MARJORIE: I feel like I have to perform around you.
WALTER: Well you don’t.
MARJORIE: I know.
WALTER: It’s just me, it’s just Walter.
MARJORIE: Maybe it isn’t bad, if I feel that way. (Beat) I used to entertain a lot.
WALTER: I remember.
MARJORIE: You do?
(He sees the sink.)
WALTER: Marjorie. Where are the dishes?
MARJORIE: The girl did them.
WALTER: She doesn’t come ’til two.
MARJORIE: I did them.
WALTER: You didn’t. Your arthritis.
MARJORIE: I had a good day. (She holds her hand up, opening and closing it with apparent ease) Look.
WALTER: Marjorie, we both know what no dishes means.
MARJORIE: It means I haven’t been eating.
WALTER: Even a spoonful of peanut butter.
MARJORIE: I’m not hungry. It’s their fault. Feeding me those pills.
WALTER: The pills are their fault?
MARJORIE: Yes.
WALTER: Or your doctor.
(Marjorie absently rubs the hand that she opened and closed.)
MARJORIE (Pouty): Maybe if she got Jif.
WALTER: Maybe if / she?—
MARJORIE: She always gets the kind you have to stir or there’s an oil slick on top. And she calls that healthy.
WALTER (Coaxing): Even a spoonful.
MARJORIE: You sound like them.
WALTER: I sound like whoever I talk to.
(The feeling of an uncomfortable truth.)
MARJORIE: Let’s talk about something else.
WALTER: I could tell you a story. You liked that the last time.
MARJORIE: I’ll have to take your word for it.
WALTER: I could tell you about the time we went to the movies.
MARJORIE: We went to a lot of movies.
WALTER (Does she remember the significance?): But one time we saw My Best Friend’s Wedding.
MARJORIE (She doesn’t remember): My Best Friend’s Wedding . . .
WALTER: There’s a woman—Julia Roberts. For a while it was always Julia Roberts. And she has an agreement with her best friend, her male best friend, that if they’re not married by a certain age, then they’ll marry each other. And she’s about to remind him of the agreement but it turns out he’s already fallen in love with this nice blond—Cameron Diaz. And so Julia Roberts spends the whole movie trying to ruin things between her friend and Cameron Diaz, which is not very sympathetic behavior for America’s Sweetheart. But it’s all okay in the end, and she has a gay best friend who delivers one-liners.
MARJORIE: Did I like it?
WALTER: You said you wanted a gay best friend afterwards.
MARJORIE: Did I get one?
WALTER (Faintly generic): I’m afraid I don’t have that information.
(Pause. She scrutinizes him.)
MARJORIE: Why did you pick that story? Why did you pick My Best Friend’s Wedding?
WALTER: It’s the night I proposed to you.
MARJORIE: Oh Marjorie, the things you forget.
You were trying to tell me and I wouldn’t let you.
WALTER: That’s all right.
(Short pause.)
MARJORIE: Kind of unfortunate, isn’t it.
WALTER: What.
MARJORIE: Julia Roberts, forever etched upon our lives. (Beat) What if we saw Casablanca instead? Let’s say we saw Casablanca in an old theater with velvet seats, and then, on the way home, you proposed. Then, by the next time we talk, it will be true.
WALTER: You mean make it up?
MARJORIE (Narrowing her eyes): You’re very serious. You’re like them. Especially Tess.
WALTER (As if getting his facts straight): Our daughter.
MARJORIE: Our daughter Tess and her over-solicitous husband. No that’s not fair, I like him. I didn’t but now I do.
WALTER: Do you like me?
MARJORIE (Playful): Don’t be an idiot.
WALTER: Don’t call me an idiot.
MARJORIE: Idiot.
WALTER: Why do you like me if I’m an idiot?
MARJORIE (A little saucy): There are some things you know.
WALTER: What kinds of things?
(She shakes her head, smiling to herself.)
What.
MARJORIE: I’ll get in trouble.
WALTER: In trouble?
MARJORIE: For talking to you that way. In trouble with Tess. Everything gets me in trouble with her—she’s the mother now.
WALTER (Faintly generic):