(Bd has rolled over to see Phil praying right over her)

Bd: Xanthias, Sosias! Don't let him get away (right in Phil's face, he and chor members fall back a bit; Xan and Sos run into some wasps as they wake up; a slight buzzing sound from ^L)

Phil: (To audience)Help! Have you been injured in a chariot accident or any kind of accident? I can get you money! Wanna sue, I got something for you (running about vC; Xan and Sos chasing Phil about stage then v offstage; more buzzing talk)

Chor lead 2: Aged defenders of the state, our anger can no longer wait.
Chor lead 1: Lose your robes, expose yourselves. Let them know we hurt like hell!
(Chor drop cloaks to show wasp stings hanging from back end)
Chor Lead 2: Jurors, wasps of Athens, at the ready, present stings (All pull stings forward through legs, several have trouble with theirs; Xan and Sos clump together in terror)
Chorus: Philokleon, he's our man, if he can't come out...

Bd: Would you shut up?

Lead 1: Louder!!! (more buzz talk)

Both chor leaders:
Beat her, bite her, fix her, fight her,
Sting that pacifist, that traitor (Phil dancing to the beat)
Sparta-lover, Athens-hater
Stir your anger, feed your fury
All chorus: Teach her not to touch the jury! (Flight of Bumblebee chase scene after Xan and Sos)

Bd (on last note of tune): Stop! Dad's not going anywhere.

Xan: Boss, you might want to hold back, look at those stingers. (Sos touch one slowly on a nearby wasp)

Chor lead 1: Let him go, you'll wish you did
Chor lead 2: On the right (confused wasps turn wrong way and sting each other) Other right! JAB (again they only get each other)

Phil: Stick her, prick her, poke her, smoke her! Spear her in the rear.
Sos: Oh gods, not the rear (cover butt protecting while holding Phil; Xan trying to move away; Chor lead on that side waggle sting at her; Bd run inside and get Raid, flyswatter, newspaper; Xan run back to Phil to hold him

Phil: Shame, shame, an Athenian juryman, soldier of democracy, handled by foreigners, his own slaves.

Chor lead 1:  He fed them, bred them, bed them, gave them all the rights of servitude.
Chor lead 2: But now they maul him, sprawl him, haul him, repaying his old age with ingratitude.

Phil: (To Xan and Sos) Now I feel bad cause I beat you... SO SOFTLY.

BD: (come out with props like superhero) Ha, Ha. (Distribute to Xan and Sos; Sos has a particularly wimpy grip on his weapon and scared.) Get em Xanthias; Beat back those wasps (Xan swinging wildly with flyswatter; Bd spraying in a circle. Wasps gasping; Bd push Sos toward Wasps while he's holding back;)
Sos (very pathetically): Shoo, go get away (Hide head) and duck; Chorus backed to sides of stage)
BD: Got em. (Sos looks up and stands, getting cocky)
Sos: Oh yeah! Couldn't  stand my blistering attack could you? Who da' man now?(Chor leader on that side flash sting at him; Sos hide behind Bd and others)

Chor lead 1: Charge!
BD: Peace, calm, compromise, a bi-partisan agreement!
Chor lead 2: Compromise? Bi-partisan? What are you some kind of pinko commie long-haired hippy Sparta loving freak?
Chor lead 1: Just wait till we get you in court, Ms. High and Mighty hoity-toity. You wanna bring back dictatorship, don't you, you commie!
BD: Oh gods, not that again. Commie? Where have you been? That's over. 50 years you don't hear the word commie or dictator and now you're at the market. You don't want hamburger, you want some nice vegetarian fare, some tofu with organic soy sauce, the butcher says. "Oh, working-class food not good enough for you, huh? You hippy commie wheat germ, alfalfa-sprout eating fairy. You must want the dictatorship back.
Sos: Yea same thing happened to me yesterday at Whores-R-Us. It was so hot, I asked my squeeze if she'd get on top and she said, "Oh, a left-wing conspiracy nut. You must want dictatorship back! think you're special, huh? You'll do it like everybody else and like it! (Xan aghast)
BD: Thank you so much for that! But that's just what the courts are like. All I want is to get Dad out of this early-to-court-and-early-to-sue-defendant-we'll kick the shit out of you mentality, and they call ME a card-carrying liberal.

Phil: But see, that's just it. I don't want all that new-fangled un-Athenian stuff. I just want a traditional Athenian lawsuit, a stick to your ribs caserole.
BD: That's the trialaholic for you. If you'll shut up a minute, Dad, I'll tell you how you're wrong.
Phil: Doing my civic duty on a jury is wrong?
BD: What's wrong is sucking up to men who use you as their stooge. You're a slave.
Phil: A slave? Please, I'm the man in charge.
BD: Oh yeah? You're the leader of the democracy all right. The ass that pulls the cart.
Phil: Let's you and me have it out and let them be the jury (point to wasps; stake out a position stage R)
Chor: (To on Wisconsin) Philokleon, Philokleon...
BD: SHUT UP! (Bd break out a pad to record arguments on) I'm listening Dad. Convince me.

Phil (To Star Spangled Banner)

Oh, on a jury, I'm a king, as you'll see / Anyone who's on trial, thinks I'm god for just a while.
Give me good things to eat, grovel low at my feet,/Hear the kids wail and whine, so their Dad avoids a fine.
Even Kleon is nice, so those pigs pay the price. / Politicians suck up: give you bribes, fill your cup.
Oh, it is great, getting paid by the state, for the privilege to arbitrate.
And when you bring home the pay, wife and kids treat you right all day!

Chor: (To My Country Tis of thee) Yes, Philokleon won, He told her how it's done, Athena's champ.
We jurors rule the land, Guilty verdicts on demand, Just put a little in our hand/
We'll feel their pain.

BD: So Let's get it straight. Basically you're a lowly beggar for public welfare, Kleon's ass-wipe toady, and a public slave to run any errand you're called to perform. Wise up Dad:

(To America the Beautiful)

O Athens dear, you rule by fear, They'll do anything you say.
You wage a war on every shore, and make your people pay.
O Attica, O Attica, These old men do your work.
You pay them pennies from your pile and turn them into jerks.

Chorus: (To My country)

Bdelykleone, o my god, she ripped her Daddy good, Athena's chump.
They use us like a whore, Make us sweep up the floor, then they make millions more
We must be insane.