Ella: Hey Mr. Writer guy.

Jiles: (the table goes silent) Um, do you guys mind? (they begin to talk again) What are you doing here?

Ella: Well, ya know, I was in the neighborhood.

Jiles: Aren't you supposed to be at the airport?

Ella: Well gosh Jiles, if you want me to leave I will.

Jiles: No, I'm sorry. I just thought you were already jetting your way to New York by now.

Ella: Well I was on my way there, but I had my driver drop me off here so I could say goodbye correctly. Tie up loose ends.

Jiles: Well consider us tightly wound.

Ella: Hardy har. (she sits on the table)

Jiles: So...

Ella: So...

Jiles: Say hello to Broadway for me.

Ella: Ya of course. But ya know, I've got a feeling it would rather have you say it in person.

Jiles: Well maybe I'll give it a call.

Ella: (smiles, pause) You know you could come.

Jiles: I know.

Ella: Come on, don't you want to remember what it's like to be praised, loved by hundreds again?

Jiles: Ya know there is more than one way to do that.

Ella: I know, but Jiles, you're good. No, scratch that, you're terrific. And I think you really do want to come.

Jiles: Actually, I think for the first time in a long time, it's true. I really want to stay here.

Ella: I never did understand your loyalty to this theater.

Jiles: Well it's more than just the theater now. I mean this is where my friends are, where Allison used to be.

Ella: What, she moved out?

Jiles: No, not exaclty. She died during experimental surgery.

Ella: Jiles, I'm so sorry.

Jiles: I believe you.

Ella: But, I don't know. I think that almost gives you more of a reason to leave here. Get out of the negative space, start anew. I mean honestly, what better place to do that than New York? Especially when a job that you love is waiting for you there.

Jiles: I know. I get it, but I just don't want to leave. You never liked the idea of 'home', because you were always moving. But I just can't pick up and leave on a whim. I have a family here.

Ella: They're not your REAL family.

Jiles: No you're right, they're not. But they're the closest thing I got.

Ella: Fine, I would say I understand but I don't. However, I will respect your decision, and leave quietly. (she opens the door, and turns around) Last chance.

Jiles: Goodbye, Ella.

(Ella exits)

(Jiles gets up and walks over to the table, and rings a glass)

Jiles: Excuse me, I would like to read something.

Molly: What is it?

Jiles: It is the ending of my book.

Tootie: Ooh, let's hear it!

Jiles: Alright, now remember this is the rough version, no one else has seen it, and it's not the greatest it could be but-

Tootie: Oh, just read it!

Jiles: Okay, okay. Here goes.