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Seven Jerks on the Line

A 2-person skit that only requires a length of rope. Cast: 2 People on the phone, up to seven Victims, rope Each person is holding the rope at either end, and talking on the telephone Person 1: I went fishing the other day! 2: Can't hear you! 1: Said I went fishing the other day! 2: Can't hear you! Maybe the phone company needs more telephone poles! Get a couple of victims to hold the rope up in the middle. 1: That better? 2: A little! Try again. 1: Went fishing the other day! 2: Really? Is it a good sushi bar? 1: No! I went fishing! Maybe they need more poles! Get a couple more victims to help hold the rope up. 1: As I was saying, the spot I was at wasn't great! 2: No, still can't hear you. Did you say you got grapes? 1: Hold on a minute. Get another couple of poles. 1: I said that I went fishing and my luck wasn't too good! 2: That's better! Still a little interference, but you say you hit a puck? I think one more pole will help greatly. Get one more pole. 2: Perfect! 1: Gee! The phones today. Anyway, I went fishing the other day. 2: Oh? And how did you do? Any bites? 1: Not good. But today, I did get 7 jerks on the line! The 5th Floor Cast: Don, Mrs. G., Mr. G., Suzanne, Gary, Friend Setting: Don is telling his friend a story about his strange friends. Don: You know, in my friends' house, they have four floors. And each member of the family occupies a floor. The other day, for instance, I went to the kitchen on the first floor, and Mrs. G. was making a roast. I told her, "Mrs. G., you should bake it at 375 degrees." But she told me, Mrs. G.: (Slaps him in face) Don, you're not making this roast. Keep quiet. Don: Then I went to the second floor. Mr. G. was working on his model airplane. I said, "Mr. G., you should paint this part red." He told me, Mr. G.: (Slaps him in face) Don, you're not making this plane. Keep quiet. Don: Then I went to the third floor. Suzanne was doing on her hair. I said, "Suzanne, you should use some mousse." She spun around, really annoyed, and tells me, Suzanne: (Slaps him in face) Don, it's not your hair. Keep quiet. Don: I was losing my nerve, but I went to the fourth floor anyway. Gary was doing his homework. I suggested, "If you type it out, it'll look better and you'll get a better grade." He got really angry and told me, Gary: (Slaps him in face) Don, it's not your report. Keep quiet. Teller: Finally, I figured I'd go to the fifth floor and ... Friend: But wait a minute. You said there were only four floors! Teller: (Slaps him in the face) Keep quiet! This is my skit!