Who Needs A Man?


Lily, a single woman.

Delores, her mother.

Raquel, a lesbian.

Susan, a divorcee.

Time: Present.

Place: An apartment.

There should a comfy couch, a coffee table, a couple of chairs.  At Rise: Lily is arranging things on her coffee table obviously nervous as there is a knock on her door.  She breathes deeply and calms herself and then crosses to the door.

Lily: Who is it?

Raquel: (Off): Justin Timberlake.  Who do you think it is?  Open the door.  (Lily opens the door.) What do you mean who is it?  You text me five minutes ago and told me to come across the hall because you have exciting news to tell me.  So tell me.

Lily: (Closes the door): Come in and sit down.

Raquel: Oh, it’s that kind of news.  (Sits) Okay, tell me.

Lily: What are you in such a rush for?  When I text you asking if you had time to see me and you said you did so I asked you to come over.

Raquel: Yeah so?  I’m seeing.  I’m over. Tell me already.

Lily: Coffee?  Would you like a cup of coffee?  A cup of coffee would be good!

Raquel: I don’t want coffee.

Lily: Tea?  How about some tea?  Tea with lemon?  Do you like tea with lemon?

Raquel: I don’t want any tea or lemon or coffee or anything.  Just tell me already!

Lily: Okay my news.  Well my news is and it’s really big news.  It’s something I’ve wanted for years–

Raquel: Yeah?

Lily: I’m (knock on the door) going to get that.  Who is it? (We hear sobbing and crying behind the door.) Who?

(Louder sobbing and crying.  Lily knows who is it by the crying and opens the door.  It’s Susan who is holding a box of Kleenex and using it to dry her eyes as she continues to cry.)

Lily: Come on in, Susan.

(Susan enters and sniffles her way to her chair and attempts to say something but it is unintelligible underneath her tears.)

Lily: Raquel, you know Susan.

Raquel: Sure. Good to see you again, Sue.  You’re looking happy as usual.  What did he do this time?

Susan: (Through the tears) He (gulp) left (gulp) me.  (Bursts into tears again.)

Raquel: Uh-huh. Hey, Lily, you got a raincoat I can borrow?

Lily: Raquel, don’t be like that.  Susan is going through a bad time and she’s very upset.

Raquel: What?  You think I got the eyesight of Stevie Wonder?  I can see she’s crying.  Too bad you don’t have a front lawn.  She’s a living breathing sprinkler system.

Lily: (Gently): Now, Susan, stop crying.  (Susan starts to slow down) I’m sure Guy will come back someday.

Raquel: Who’s Guy?

Lily: Her husband.

Raquel: You mean the short fat guy with the bald head and glasses and a case of adult acne that you could play connect the dots with on his face?  That’s what she’s crying about?  If you ask me, you’re well rid of him.

Susan: Well I’m not asking you.  I’m asking me and I want him to come back.  I love him.

Raquel: Why?  The last time I saw him was at your Christmas party last year, Lily, remember?  He’s so short I kept putting my drink on his head.  I thought it was a coaster.

Lily: You’re not helping.

Raquel: Ok.  Look, Susan, if you’re upset than as your friend I am upset too.

Susan: Do you mean it?

Raquel: Not really.  (Susan starts to wail.) If you promise to stop crying I mean it.  Will you stop crying?  (Susan nods.) Then I mean it.  (Susan stops.)

Susan: It’s just we spent all those years together.  Twenty years of my life with that man.  Twenty whole years and now they’re gone.  What am I going to do?

Raquel: Find someone tall.

Lily: Look, Susan, I know you’re upset about Guy leaving and I sympathize with what you are going through–

Susan: Why would you sympathize?  You’ve never been married.  You’ve never even wanted to get married.  Either of you.

Raquel: What are you talking about?  I’m married.

Susan: I mean to a man.

Raquel: Well no I never wanted to do that.  I never understood what the attraction is.  I mean really.  Women’s bodies are a thing of beauty but men?  They got that thing hanging between their legs like and use it like an elevator.  Going up going down going up going down.  Disgusting.  And then they play with it like it’s a toy from WalMart.

Susan: Well I’m sorry we can’t all be lesbians like you.

Raquel: You say lesbian like it’s a bad thing.

Lily: I’m sure Susan doesn’t mean it that way.

Susan: No I don’t mean it in a derogatory way.  It’s just not something that I could do that’s all.

Raquel: Well have you ever tried it?

Susan: No, of course not.  Have you ever tried having you know sex with a man?

Raquel: Yes.

Susan: Really?

Raquel: Yes.

Susan: Well how was it?

Raquel: I’m a gay woman in bed with a man.  How do you think it was?

Lily: Listen everyone I know you’re both going through things–

Raquel: I’m not going through anything.  Maria and I are completely happy.

Lily: Well okay then, Susan, I know you and Guy are going through a bad time but I didn’t call you both here to discuss that.  I called you here as my two closest friends to tell you my news. (They both look expectantly at her.) I’m (knock on the door) going to get that.  (She crosses to the door.) Who is it?

Delores: (Off): It’s your Mother. (Lily opens the door.) Who else would come to see you in the middle of a Friday afternoon? Oh, I see who else.  Hello, girls.

Raquel: (O.L.):Hi, Delores.

Susan: (O.L.): Hi, Mrs. Daniels.

Delores: (Looks around): What? Nothing to eat?

Lily: I can get you something if you want it.

Delores: No, I’m fine.  All I’ve had all day is a bottled water and a Trisket but I’ll live.  What’s with all the tissues?

Raquel: Don’t ask unless you have an umbrella handy.

Susan: I’ve been crying.

Delores: I can see that.  Over what?

Lily: Mom, please.

Delores: What?  I’m not allowed to ask a question in my own daughter’s apartment? This is your apartment, right?  (Lily nods. Dryly) I love what you’ve done with it.  I suppose some day you’ll get it decorated. Now what is this all about?

Lily: Well, um, my news is, and it’s something I’ve wanted for years and I’m very excited about it. (They look at her expectantly.) I’m–

Raquel: No one else is knocking at the door.  Tell us!

Lily: I’m Pregnant!

(A Beat. They rise.)

Raquel: Congratulations.

Susan: (Crying): I’m so happy for you.

Delores: Lily, darling, that’s wonderful.  I’ll now be a Grandmother.  Me? A Grandmother and at my age.  Can you believe that?

Raquel: Yes.

Delores: I hear you’re married to a Mexican?

Raquel: Yes.

Delores: Keep it up and I’ll call my friend at the immigration bureau and she’ll be back in Guadalajara in no time.  Who’s the lucky man, darling?  It is Richard?

Lily: No, Mother, it isn’t Richard.

Delores: Are you sure?

Lily: Yes, Mother, I’m sure.

Delores: All right.  You don’t have to be so testy about it.  If you say it isn’t Richard’s then it isn’t Richard’s although I don’t understand why it couldn’t be.  Richard is a darling.  Handsome, intelligent, virile, rich and–

Lily: Married.  Richard is married, Mother.  Two years ago.

Delores: Well if you’re going to let a little thing like that stand in your way.  Richard adored you.  You know he did.

Lily: Well if adored me so much, Mother, then why at our engagement party did I catch him screwing the party planner?

Delores: Those things happen.  Men have needs.  Deep, lustful needs that sometimes they have to resolve at the moment.  You were preoccupied thanking everyone for coming–

Raquel: And the party planner was thanking Richard for the same thing.

Delores: All right.  So it’s not Richard’s.  Then whose is it?  I didn’t know you were seeing someone else.  Not that you have to tell me.  After all, I’m only the Mother.

Lily: I’m not seeing anyone else.

Susan: (O.L.): Then how did you get pregnant?

Delores: (O.L.): Immaculate conception?

Raquel: (O.L.): There has to be someone.

Lily: Not necessarily.

Raquel: Wait a minute.  I think I know how.

Delores: I’m starting to think I do too and I don’t like it.

Susan: How? How?

Delores: Tell me you didn’t, Lily!

Raquel: Did you?

Susan: Did she what?  Did she what?

Lily: Yes I did.

Raquel: Wow.  I can’t believe it!

Delores: Oh my God!

Susan: Can’t believe what?  Oh my God what?

Lily: Well I’ve wanted to have a child for a long time and I knew I had to do it now or it would never happen.  I’m not dating anyone and so it seemed like the only option.

Delores: The only opt–that’s ridiculous.

Raquel: Good for you.

Delores: As her friend how can you say that?

Raquel: Because it is good for her.  She wants to have a baby and now she’s going to have one.  I’m happy for you, Lily.

Delores: Happy for her?  I need a drink.  Where’s the vodka?

Lily: Now really, Mother–


Lily: Oh, Susan, I’m going to have a baby.

Susan: I know that part but who’s the father?

Delores: (Taking out the vodka bottle and pouring herself a large glass of it): Hell if she knows.

Lily: Really, Mother, I thought you would be happy for me but I should have known better.

Delores: Yes.  You really should have.

Susan: Don’t start all this again.  Tell me what’s going on.

Raquel: Lily’s got pregnant by a sperm donor.

Susan: (Smiling): Oh! (Disgusting face) Oh!

Delores: Exactly.  Thank you, Susan!  At least there’s someone who agrees with me.  Really, Lily, how could you do it?  What am I supposed to say to my friends when they find out you’re pregnant and ask me who the father is?  (Smiling) Oh, my daughter doesn’t believe in tradition.  She got knocked up at a sperm bank.

Lily: See this is why I didn’t want to tell you.  You always make everything be about you.

Delores: Well isn’t it?

Lily: No, Mother, it isn’t.  This is about me.  I want to have a child and I’m going to have a child and if you can’t be happy for me than so be it.

Delores: I didn’t say I’m not happy for you.  I just don’t understand why you felt the need to do it this way.  There are plenty of men who be more than happy to be a dating a beautiful, successful woman such as you even if you don’t know what to do with your hair.

Lily: This isn’t about my hair, Mother.

Delores: No it certainly isn’t and I hope for you sake it isn’t about your clothes.  Do you actually wear that out in public I mean?

Lily: Yes I do.  What’s wrong with it?

Delores: Nothing.  If you want to look like that no wonder a man isn’t around.

Lily: A man isn’t around, Mother, because I don’t want one to be around.  I choose to live my own life and be my own person.  I don’t need a man to complete me.

Raquel: Here, here!  I don’t need a man to complete me either.

Delores: Of course you don’t but you’re gay.  Lily isn’t gay.  Susan isn’t gay and I’m not gay and I need a man and I’m not ashamed to admit it.  Don’t you need a man, Susan? (Susan bursts into tears.) What did I say?

Lily: (To Susan): There’s more Kleenex in my bathroom.  (Susan exits crying.) Susan’s husband has left her.

Delores: What?

Lily: Susan’s husband Guy has left her.

Delores: No I heard you I just can’t believe it.  Isn’t she married to that fat, ugly dwarf with the acne all over his face and he’s so short his knuckles drag on the ground and all his clothes are for toddlers?

Raquel: That’s the one.

Delores: And he’s leaving her?  (Susan enters with Kleenex and sniffling) He’s leaving you?  He’s leaving you!

Susan: (She nods) We were sitting at breakfast.  Well actually I was sitting and then when he came into the kitchen I helped him up to his chair and put him on the phone book that way we can look at each other otherwise he’s always looking up.  I said to him what I always say, “Good morning, darling” but he didn’t say it back and he always says it back (as if her mouth is full) “Good morning, darling” because he’s eating his Rice Crispi’s and a little always shouts out of his mouth onto the table-cloth.  Then I get up from the table and get him his glass of orange juice and his slice of toast with jam and give it to him and then when he’s done eating his breakfast–

Delores: You burp him?

Susan: No.

Raquel: You turn him over and powder his ass?

Susan: No.  We always tell each other how much we love each other  but this time…this time…he told me he was leaving me for someone else.

Raquel: Who? Snow White is dead.

Delores: No!  Names.  I want the name of the woman or man or goat that would want him.

Lily: Mom, please…

Delores: Don’t Mom please me!  Susan, he thinks he is leaving you but you are leaving him, do you understand?  Look you at you, Susan, you’re (takes a real look at Susan for the first time and sees a sniveling, badly dressed woman whose hair is pinned back and face is plain.  To Lily. Quietly): Help!

Lily: Susan, you are a bright, attractive, smart, pretty, intelligent–

Raquel: Woman.

Lily: Woman who could get any man she wants.  Isn’t that right, Mom?

Delores: No.  (Susan starts to cry again.) I mean in time if we do something with her hair and put make up on that face and she lost some weight and she got a personality and then (beat) maybe.

Lily: So what you’re saying is if Susan becomes a completely different person she can maybe get another man?

Delores: That’s it.

Lily: That’s a lousy thing to say, Mother.

Delores: I can’t help it if the truth is lousy, Lily.

Lily: That’s not the truth.

Delores: Don’t tell me the truth isn’t lousy.  I was married to your Father for thirty years.  I know lousy.

Lily: Mom, what are you saying?

Delores: I’m saying your Father was a wonderful provider.  He gave us the best home, clothes, money, Country Club memberships and he was lousy in bed and that’s the truth.

Lily: How can you say that?

Delores: I ought a know shouldn’t I?  I was there sort of.  Your Father suffered from premature ejaculation and I suffered right along with him.  It was the worst.  Why do you think we only had one child?  It’s a miracle I ever got pregnant.

Raquel: But you said with him for thirty years?

Delores: Of course I did.  He was a wonderful man other than that.

Raquel: So it didn’t matter?

Delores: It mattered like hell but then I found someone who could take care of that for me.

Lily: Mother, are you saying there was someone else?

Delores: Remember your Uncle Bob?

Lily: Father’s brother?  That Uncle Bob?  You had sex with Uncle Bob?

Delores: No.  I didn’t have sex with Uncle Bob.  I had sex with Uncle Bob’s Japanese gardener.  It was wonderful.  He had such gentle firm loving hands.  Hirohito.

Lily: Hirohito?  Didn’t he come that summer I turned eighteen and planted the Japanese garden for us?

Raquel: I guess he planted more than the garden.

Delores: He was lovely man and he planted a beautiful garden.  When the summer was over he went back to Japan and I never saw him again.

Susan: At least you had a beautiful Japanese garden.

Delores: No it withered and died but I will always remember that summer.  (To Lily) What are you looking so shocked for?  I have a right to have a sex life.  Just because your Father’s dead doesn’t mean I am.

Raquel: Are you seeing someone now?

Delores: Yes.  I have a male friend.

Lily: Companion.

Delores: He’s not a companion, Lily.  He’s my friend.  You’ve met him. Hal.

Lily: Hal? Eighty year old Hal?

Delores: He’s not eighty.  He’s seventy-nine and a half and he takes Viagra so he’s good to go if you know what I mean.  How dare you be so shocked by my affair with Hirohito and my relationship with eighty year old Hal.  You’re pregnant from a sperm donor!

Lily: Yes I am and happy to be so.

Delores: Bully for you but why, Lily?

Lily: Because, Mother, I have discovered that men are obsolete.

Raquel: From your mouth to Ellen DeGeneres’s ears.

Delores: Just what does that mean, Lily?

Lily: Well look at the world we live in today.  We can be lawyers, doctors, construction workers, dentists, bankers–

Susan: Orchestra leaders.

Lily: Orchestra leaders.  We can do everything a man can and we can give birth now that there are sperm banks.  We can do it all.  So who needs a man?

Delores: (Raises her hand): I do.  Don’t you all look at me like that.  I enjoy taking the bath, getting dressed, blowing out my hair, getting my nails done on my toes and my fingers, putting on my make up.  I enjoy making myself beautiful for a man and I enjoy it when he shows his appreciation not only in the bedroom but taking me out to dinner or to a movie and showing me off.  Call me vain, selfish and egotistical but I need a man.  Which reminds me I’m late for my date with Hal.  Goodbye girls and, Lily, call me. (She exits.)

Raquel: Well I gotta go too.  Maria will be home soon and expect dinner.  Congrats, Lily.  See you later, Susan.  (She exits.)

Lily: So what do you think, Susan?  Do you need a man you to make us happy even though in this world we can do everything ourselves?  (Susan nods.)  Me too.
















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