(At rise: ROGER is onstage with a
      thoughtful expression on his face.
      GENEVIEVE enters.)

      GENEVIEVE
Hey.

      ROGER
Hey.

      GENEVIEVE
Watch’a thinking ’bout?

      ROGER
I’m just trying to remember what those things are.

      GENEVIEVE
What things?

      ROGER
      (snapping his fingers)
You know, those things. There’s four of them. In the year, I mean. They’re each three months long…

      GENEVIEVE
Oh, oh, I know what you're talking about. Those things…I think they’re called seasons!

      ROGER
Yeah, that’s it! Seasons. And there’s four different names, right?

      GENEVIEVE
Yeah. There’s…

      ROGER
There’s autumn, umm… winter…fall—

      GENEVIEVE
No no no, fall’s the same as autumn!

      ROGER
Oh! Well, then, there’s autumn, or fall I guess, winter…summer—

      GENEVIEVE
I think spring comes first.

      ROGER
Oh right! Fall, winter, spring, summer! There, we got it!

      GENEVIEVE
Yeah!

      (They celebrate, high-five-ing
      each other and pumping their fists
      in the air. AUGGIE enters, sipping
      a coffee.)

      AUGGIE
Hey, guys, watch’a talking ’bout?

      ROGER and GENEVIEVE
Seasons.

      AUGGIE
Oh.

      ROGER
You know, fall, winter, spring, and summer!
      (he crosses his arms, sure AUGGIE
      will be impressed by his
      knowledge)

      AUGGIE
I know.

      GENEVIEVE
And fall is…September, October, November! Then winter’s December, January, February, and spring’s March, April, May, and summer’s June, July, August!
      (also crosses her arms)

      AUGGIE
I know.

      ROGER
And summer’s the coldest and winter’s the warmest!

      AUGGIE
      (he nearly chokes on his coffee,
      then snorts and speaks
      sarcastically)
Yeah, summer’s the coldest and winter’s the warmest. ’Cause, you know, screw logic. We’re in San Francisco.

      (They all freeze, then GENEVIEVE
      steps forward.)

      GENEVIEVE
Are there actually seasons in San Francisco?

      ROGER
      (stepping forward)
Or is it just a fantasy?