And Scene!

I believe that my satisfaction is a reaction to your bad acting. Yet, I still paid for the tickets. I went to every show. I read the script... how couldn't I have known? You thought you were the bomb, my mind was blown. ... Now I'm sitting in the crowd alone. Why are we acting? I thought this was reality. Why are we acting? It seems like you're directing me in the wrong direction. Maybe, just maybe, I read the wrong skit. The only one's watching are the critics. When they write a review, it's like you read it, instead of me. So let's just agree... to cut our scene.