SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. The class is practicing reading their picture books aloud for the visit to their second grade buddy class later that day. The teacher roves about the room, listening to each child’s reading expression. He offers up suggestions as how to make the reading better as he listens. He approaches a particular boy reading in a completely monotone voice.
TEACHER: Joey, read that page again, but this time put a little more into it. It sounds like you’re reading your mother’s grocery list.
[The boy looks at his teacher and then back again at the book].
JOEY: But Mr. Z, I can’t read it with expression.
TEACHER: Why not?
[The boy shrugs].
[The boy lays the book down and rubs his stomach. His voice suddenly starts to quaver as he gives two little coughs into his hand and a pained expression flashes across his face].
JOEY: I feel sick.
JOEY: [nodding].Yeah, I feel like I might throw up any second.
[The teacher looks at the boy who flashes his Bambi eyes, and is trying very hard not to smile as he does so].
TEACHER: Yeah, nice try, Mr. Faker. Read. Expression.
[The boy raises his hand to his mouth again and says in a very high, effeminate voice:]
JOEY: Cough, cough.
TEACHER: Now that’s expression.
Fade to black.