(to Lydia) Okay, Lydia, try to follow me on this! Most of the
people who eat at Falafel House are regulars … in here all the
time. Make sure you take care of them.
LYDIA:
(slightly intimidated) Okay, I'll try. Any here tonight?
(At that moment, Hala enters, loudly complaining to Flo as she
walks past her toward an open booth.)
MS. HALA: Oy, this census is going to break my back.
Here's one right now.
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FLO:
MS. HALA: We're full to overflowing and everyone wants extra blankets!
(trying to seat Hala) Just sit …
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FLO:
MS. HALA: I can't sit down, I'm too worked up.
That's fine, you can stand.
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FLO:
MS. HALA: Nothing for me. I think I'll just sit.
Or you can sit.
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FLO:
MS. HALA: I'll just have a coffee, thanks.
(aside to Lydia) That was Hala. Ms. Hala to you. She manages
the Sabbath Inn. She's a bit stressed out now with the census
crowds and all.
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FLO:
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(referring to a group of men and women at a booth) Those people
over there, they're night shift workers at the Clay Pot Factory
down the road.
LYDIA:
What do they make?
MO:
Oh, about 30 shekels and hour, but that's before overtime.
LYDIA:
No I mean, what is made at the Clay Pot Factory?
FLO:
Seriously? They make Clay. Pots. High tech stuff. They use
heat from fires to convert clay and water into modern kitchen
vessels.
LYDIA:
(awed by science) Wow …
(Six shepherds enter, talking and chatting with each other. They
wear shepherds' clothing and carry shepherds' crooks of different
sizes and shapes. They are subdued and quiet.)
