A really obnoxious family was sitting behind me at "Spamalot" last week. Before the show:
Boy: (In reference to the drawbridge-like curtain) I wonder if that thing is going to rise.
Father: What "thing"?
Boy: You know.. that... thing that is hiding the stage.
Mother: Well why would it rise *name*? It is hiding all the things we aren't supposed to see. *mumbles under breath* Idiot.
During intermission:
Mother: Wow, the sound system here is great. I wonder what they use to make the actors sound so loud! We should get whatever that is at home!
Boy: Microphones?
Mother: No you nitwit. The sound system. How can they afford such a great one? Can we get one?
Father: Perhaps because "they" are backed by millions of dollars and charge upwards of a hundred dollars per ticket, where as we are backed by a middle school and charge upwards of four dollars per ticket?
Mother: Oh shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.
They also had a rather rousing debate over whether the fake names and bios in the Playbill were real or not. I couldn't help but laugh...
Tonya Pinkins: Then we had a "Lot's Wife" last June that was my personal favorite. I'm still trying to get them to let me sing it at some performance where we get to sing an excerpt that's gone.
Tony Kushner: You can sing it at my funeral.
Updated On: 7/20/06 at 12:34 PM