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King Ubu
adapted by Dave Barton, Stephen Ludwig and Andrew Nienaber, from the classic play by Alfred Jarry. In this century-old scatological comedy, a dumb-as-dirt King invades another country for no apparent reason. Just in time for the election.
Directed by David Mancini
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ONE NIGHT ONLY
Saturday, October 30, immediately following “King Ubu”
Laura Bush reads Dostoyevsky to dead Iraqi children in a benefit reading of Tony Kushner’s controversial one-act "Only We Who Guard the Mystery Shall Be Unhappy," with all proceeds going to The Afghan Women’s Mission.
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| Prince Buggerboy (Ron Javier): "Holy Halliburton, Mom! It's Pa Ubu and his men coming this way!" Queen Labia (Michelle Bylenga): "Oh, Mother of all Fuckers, they're in the palace! they're climbing the stairs!" |
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| Alfred Jarry (Sean Naughton) introduces "King Ubu": "As for the action, which is about to begin, it takes place in a country kind of like the one you’re in right now, that is to say, no where in particular." |
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| Labia (Bylenga) and Buggerboy (Javier) warns her husband, King Sodomy (Nick Lawson) of his impending doom: "In my dream, I saw that madman Ubu attack you with a long, sharp pole. He knocked you down, turned you over, rammed it up your royal ass and ran around waving you like a flag, shouting “Preemptive strike! Preemptive strike!” |
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Pa Ubu (David Cramer) has a discussion with his Conscience: "No weapons to speak of? Are you quite sure he cannot defend himself? Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have wisely counseled me to do what I wanted to do anyway, so I will kill King Sodomy. Especially since there’s no danger to me! I have no further need of you today." |
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| Ma Ubu (Kelly Quigley) and Pa Ubu (Cramer) are set upon by a vicious Ubu-hungry bear (Naughton). |
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| Captain Manure (Naughton, in blackface), Pa Ubu (Cramer) and Ma Ubu (Quigley) discourse on weapons of mass distraction: "For those of you who struggled and just couldn’t hack it, those of you who’s best just wasn’t good enough, to you miserable failures who couldn’t even run a simple race…because I am magnanimous of spiritude, there is a constipation prize: a thirty pound bag of horse shit. You may divvy it up among yourselves!" |
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