The Book Thief[On stage, there is an empty table and a chair. The chair will represent Francis. Arthur swiftly walks onto the stage with some books in his arms]
Arthur: Good God, Francis. Would you please put your pants back on?
[Puts books on the table and avoids eye contact Francis.]
Hm, yes, I do say, it is rather sunny today. I must admit that the whole pants idea has been swirling around in my mind as well. Too bad I'm too much of a gentleman, or I would've honestly joined you.
[Pages swiftly through one book and laughs]
Ah, yes, indeed, Francis. If you would've paid more attention to me rather than what's under your pants, you would've noticed that these aren't just any stolen books, they belong to Ivan.
[Pauses and closes the first book. Pushes the book away with a disgusted look on his face.]
Well, clearly that one doesn't belong to him. I doubt Ivan would even take half-naked pictures of himself... clearing the snow... in the shower...
[Looks curious and slyly peeks inside the first book ag