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The night before Private Lives opened, Chip, Dino, and I were
sitting in the third row, armed with bags of potato chips and wrapped in
sweaters because the company believed in keeping to Broadway
conditions, including temperatures.
"I don't get it," said Dino, halfway through Act One.
"Because," I said through gritted teeth, "if they didn't, there wouldn't
be a play. Now shut up and watch."
"Yeah, but..."
They glared at each other, then leaned back in their seats just as Elyot/
Rick and Amanda/ you-know-who started bickering.
Elyot: Ever since the first moment I was unlucky enough to set eyes on
you, my life has been insupportable.
Elyot: Nothing's any use. There's no escape, ever. And then something
happened. For the first time in his career Rick stopped being his
character and became... himself.
Rick: For months I've been trying to get you out of my system but
nothing works! You think it's easy for me to be working in the same
company? To be in the same room with you! You have no idea what a
great actor I am! I pretend