[D-IV-4]
[Deemer]
(Polina and Masha enter with food. Everyone begins supper.)
DORN: Polina, you are a master in the kitchen.
ILYA: Don't flatter her, she gets spoiled.
POLINA: Thank you, doctor.
MASHA: Doctor! We certainly are getting formal.
ILYA: He worked hard for the title, people should use it.
SORIN: Hogwash.
(Dorn laughs.)
DORN: I bow to the wisdom of old age.
IRINA: How many former patients still call you doctor?
DORN: All of them.
ILYA: As they should.
DORN: To be honest, it's never mattered to me one way or another.
SORIN: I don't hear anyone calling me Mister.
IRINA: Mr. Sorin, you aren't eating.
SORIN: I had my mind set on herring.
POLINA: The next time I'm in town, I'll be sure to get some.
MASHA: Excuse me.
(She leaves.)
SORIN: She's off to take a nip.
DORN: Which doesn't sound like a bad idea.
(He follows her. Follow him.)
SORIN: I feel like taking a nip myself.
IRINA: But you're staying here. You need to eat.
SORIN: I'm not hungry. I'm bored.
TRIGORIN: Why don't we go fishing later? I'm still a novice. I could use some help.
SORIN: Ilya will help you.
ILYA: I'll be busy all afternoon.
TRIGORIN: You can show me the best fishing holes.
SORIN: I can't remember the last time I went fishing.
IRINA: Going to the lake with Boris will be good for you.
SORIN: Everyone's too goddamn interested in my health and happiness.
POLINA: Has everyone had enough?
SORIN: More than enough. I'm not hungry.
IRINA: I wish Kostya would eat. I'll take him something.
(Dorn and Masha return.)