When I did a play earlier this year (Snappy's Happy Half Hour), I was playing the abusive producer of a TV show. Well, the scene before I came on, nobody could remember their lines at all. Two pages before my entrance, there was a huge, empty silence that literally lasted at least a minute, maybe more.
So, I just came onstage, and yelled, "Bet you weren't expecting me for two more pages, were you? But that is how I roll!"
The next story, everything I did was fine for the show because my character was drunk and ridiculous, but it was still really immature. In You Can't Take It With You, I played Gay Wellington, who at a dinner party, had to burst through the door singing drunkenly and acting inappropriate. The song in the script was "The Young Lady From Wheeling," but we'd changed it to "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts." Anyway, at the dinner party scene, I burst through the door, starting to sing the song, then I did a partial strip tease (throwing my leopard coat, my skeezy silk coat, and my bloomers) to Mr. Kohlenkhov, and I started dancing around giving Paul and Mr. and Mrs. Kirby lap dances.
Later, when the special agent dragged me down the stairs and made everyone line up, I struck a provocative pose and said, "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. de Mille." I think I also sang "The Merry Old Land of Oz" during one of the nights.
Oh, and during the scene where I was passed out on the table, I kept randomly 'waking up' and laughing hysterically (on purpose) or making farm animal noises, with my legs wide open and red silk bloomers with black lace on. I also scratched my butt with a banana and ate it.
I didn't know that a lot of people from my church were in the audience.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy