lee and the strongman

two people in rags. lee is very tiny and the strongman is very strong. they hold mangos in both hands. an empty plastic grocery crate sits nearby. chicago (the band)'s "hard to say i'm sorry" plays in the background.

lee: i can't tell if this mango is good or bad, can you strongman?
strongman: lee, i told you. it's not color, it's touch.
lee: you didn't tell me. when did you tell me?
strongman: i told you yesterday. it's not the way it looks. it's touch.
lee: touch? you didn't tell me that, let me smell it.

lee moves his face toward a mango strongman is holding.

strongman: no. not smell, either, lee. it's touch. take this one -

strongman begins to hand lee a mango, but it slips and falls on the floor. they look at it.

strongman: and that was a good one, too.
lee: just great, strongman. just great. you're always dropping things.
strongman: i'm sorry. i've got stubby fingers. sometimes i can't help-
lee: how old are you? one would think - just think that at some point one with stubby fingers would adapt to how his body works and figure out how to hold things without dropping them.
strongman: i said i was sorry.

lee sighs.

lee: it's fine. let's get these mangos. who eats mangos?
strongman: i know somebody.
lee: you do? who?
strongman: just somebody i know - how many?
lee: two, one for you and me.
strongman: ok.

strongman puts the mangos in the basket. the basket now sits between them. both look at the basket, waiting for the other to carry it. the song plays on. the end.