
Transcript:
Sharon approaches the booth where Steve, Wuggles and Morty are working.
Sharon: Hey booth people! What are y’all doing for lunch?
Steve: Re-doing Act I.
Morty: Updating cues in my book, setting the stage for Act II, Presetting Props, running —
Wuggles: (overtop of Morty) Hanging like a billion specials then hastily programming all of Act II.
Morty: — I’ll die.
Sharon: I meant, like, for FOOD.
Steve: No, sharon, you see … LUNCH is a MAGICAL TIME when we can actually get work done.
Wuggles: Squee!

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Sharon approaches Morty, who appears to be suffering from extreme exhaustion.
S: Woah, are you all right? You look like death.
M: UNF …
M: CONCURRENT TECH WEEKS.
S: Why do you do this to yourself? You know there IS LIFE OUTSIDE THE THEATRE, right?
M: (genuinely offended) That is a LIE. You are a LIAR.