American Playhouse1981

[George finds Harry in the hardware store. They are both nervous:
George because he will be directing a play for the first time, Harry because he is always nervous. First thing, Harry spills a box of nails from the shelf and they crash upon the floor]

George Johnson:
Anyway, I suppose you heard about the, uh, the next play!

[pause. Harry's face is blank, giving nothing away, good or bad]

George Johnson:
Well, they asked me to direct, Harry! And I, I know you've only worked with Doris before, so I hope that isn't a problem.

[Another pause. Harry does a hilarious, spasmodic job of nervousness:
looking away, rearranging his glasses, adjusting cap, causing George in turn to tug his ears, twitch, and stammer]

George Johnson:
You've seen me act, Harry. Directing can only be a step up. You know? [He chuckles, then gets serious] That club needs you, Harry. I mean, uh, actually, I need you, Harry. I don't even know if I can direct traffic, let alone a play!

[Harry is silent throughout, gazing at him]

George Johnson:
Would you consider playing the lead in this one, Harry?

[Harry takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair, looking almost distressed]

Harry Nash:
Who am I this time?