The Dumb Waiter

by Harold Pinter

You go to this address, there's a key there, there's a teapot, there's never a soul in sight. All you can do is wait ... maybe read the paper, or polish your gun. And everything is brilliantly structured and hysterically funny ...

BEN: Kaw!
GUS: What's that?
BEN: A child of eight killed a cat!
GUS: Get away.
BEN: It's a fact. What about that, eh? A child of eight killing a cat!
GUS: How did he do it?
BEN: It was a girl.
GUS: How did she do it?
BEN: She ... it doesn't say.