NOSY: (returning R with 2 slaves, large bundle, order quickly opened up C)
Hello there pretty Ms. Sifter, well-powdered with flour, you lead the ladies day parade. (enter ANARCH L) Mrs. Pots, black as Lysikrates' hair dye for his comb-over. Ms. Jugs. And you, Chick (rubber chicken), you'll be in the band, since you always woke me up with your morning tune. Bowl, oil (How does it get to be extra-virgin, anyway?), curling iron. All my favorites, ready to march off for public service.
ANARCHIST (dressed as Black Panther): (looking at NOSY crazy) What the hell are you doing? You moving this stuff or hocking it?
NOSY: All lined up to be handed over to the state: it's the law.
ANARCH: Law? Stupid, Pathetic.
NOSY: Doing what I'm told, Obeying state's orders is stupid?
ANARCH: You said it. Only a moron acts without thinking first.
NOSY: Everybody else is getting ready to turn in his goods.
ANARCH: Yea, I'll believe that when I see it. (wandering about haughtily, intellectual superiority type) Look, it's unAthenian to give for the common good of all. It's just not done. We're getters, not givers. We're just like the statues of the gods of '68. (pose) Whenever we pray they stand there with hands out, palms up, not to give something to us, but to get from us.
NOSY: (already ordered slaves to start packing during ANARCH's speech) I gotta be getting on.
ANARCH: I wouldn't rush if I were you, and I'm not. You know the Athenian mind, they'll vote something in assembly one day and reverse it or ignore it the next. Defy authority, subvert the dominant paradigm, dare to be different. Damn the Man, I mean the WO-man, my brother.
NOSY: (losing confidence) They'll bring their stuff, just you wait and see.
ANARCH: If you wait and see, you'll see that you're left holding the bag. And only yours will be empty.
NOSY: But it's different now: the assembly changed its mind when men were in charge, now the women rule.
LADY MESSENGER: (coming on L, very loud stomping and yell orders through bull-horn) Attention, please. All citizens to the home of the Leading Lady Praxagora. A Comfy dining experience is in store for you. Plates piled high, all you can eat; everybody who is anybody is there. Slaves await your every order. Wine, women and song. Don't delay. This offer only available while supplies last! (exit L)
ANARCH: (moving L, quick change of mind from defiance to compliance) What are you waiting for, let's go. Can't let the state throw a party without me.
NOSY: But you aren't contributing your goods. You can't receive if you don't give.
ANARCH: And your point is? Every sensible citizen should fully support law and order. What are you some kind of radical?
NOSY: Excuse me? (in disbelief) I'm going. (to slaves) Bring my belongings (moving L)
ANARCH: (sudden shift) Let me help you with that.
NOSY: No, you're not going to be at the front of the supper line pretending part of my contribution came from you.
ANARCH: (to audience) I've got to figure out some way to keep my stuff and share the wealth. I bet I can cut in line (off L)