Bog Face: Here's your food:
He's directing two plays at once and today was his first day off since the beginning of January. When I got home from rehearsal, he was taking a nap but he indicated in his half-asleep state that he was very hungry, so I ordered some Thai food for us and when it arrived I put it on the breakfast-in-bed tray my mom gave us and carried it into the bed. Unfortunately, he was now fast asleep. "Do you want this food?" I said, "Are you still hungry?" He indicated he was by biting my hand, so I turned on the lamps and tried to prop him up against some pillows. Then I put the tray down next to him and said, "Here's your food."
He looked irritated. He said, "What do you say when you put that down?"
"What are you supposed to say?"
"WHAT'S YOUR LINE?"
His eyes were wide open, but clearly he was dreaming. And I, just having come from rehearsal, was uniquely susceptible to this particular tone of voice. This tone of voice meant I was fucking up the play.