Ragtime revival:
During Atlantic City, when the back wall of the set went flying open to reveal the blue of the sky
Next to Normal:
Ripley screaming "WHAT WAS HIS NAME?!" at the top of her lungs. I remember being flat against the back of my seat with my hand clapped over my mouth and muttering, "Oh God oh God oh God." Never before or since has anything like that happened to me.
And, forgive me, Peters' Send in the Clowns was gone from my head the moment it was over.
I know you.
I know you.
I know you.