Waiting for Editors

With my sincere apologies to Samuel Beckett.

VLADIMIR:
Well? What do we do?
ESTRAGON:
Don't let's do anything. It's safer.
VLADIMIR:
Let's wait and see what he they says.
ESTRAGON:
Who?
VLADIMIR:
Godot. The Editors
ESTRAGON:
Good idea.
VLADIMIR:
Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.
ESTRAGON:
On the other hand it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes.
VLADIMIR:
I'm curious to hear what he has they have to offer. Then we'll take it or leave it.
ESTRAGON:
What exactly did we ask him them for?
VLADIMIR:
Were you not there?
ESTRAGON:
I can't have been listening.
VLADIMIR:
Oh . . . Nothing very definite.
ESTRAGON:
A kind of prayer.
VLADIMIR:
Precisely.
ESTRAGON:
A vague supplication.
VLADIMIR:
Exactly.
ESTRAGON:
And what did he they reply?
VLADIMIR:
That he'd they'd see.
ESTRAGON:
That he they couldn't promise anything.
VLADIMIR:
That he'd they'd have to think it over.
ESTRAGON:
In the quiet of his their homes.
VLADIMIR:
Consult his family.
ESTRAGON:
His friends.
VLADIMIR:
His agents. The marketing team
ESTRAGON:
His correspondents.
VLADIMIR:
His books.
ESTRAGON:
His bank account. Market research.
VLADIMIR:
Before taking a decision.
ESTRAGON:
It's the normal thing.