Six People 2.7

Maggie:  What makes it unique?

Addis:  I’m not sure.  Maybe just the fact that I am doing it, plus my background, plus my desire, having seen the ravages of life, to achieve a house at peace with itself, free of conflict.

Roberto:  Is it like one of those houses in Architectural Digest where the bathtub sits in front of a pane glass window?

Addis:  Not at all.

Addis:  Trust me, you can put up curtains.

Spencer:  I hope so because those houses that the architects build can be totally ridiculous.  I saw one where the bed was in the same room as the stove.

Addis:  No, no, I wanted to construct a workable house that people can practically live in.  I’m not a big fan of the wide open space.  I believe in walls to a certain extent because good fences make good neighbors.

Roberto:  Will it have a man-cave?

Addis:  I hope so because I think people often need a break from each other while still maintaining open passages of communication.

Addis:  A house without some sense of privacy is a discordant house that will fall in time.

Ellen:  Won’t it look more ugly and chaotic if it is all broken up into rooms?

Addis:  Not if it’s done well.

Roberto:  What’s the secret?

Ellen:  Yes, what makes your design original.

Addis:  Well, that was what I was working on, you know, before …

Spencer:  A man-cave?  That sounds badass if you ask me.

SirIsaac:  Yes.

Roberto:  I agree, but will it be sell? A lot of these hippie houses look like shit.

Six People 2.6

Addis:  Their natural, honest, practical …  primitive.

Addis:  Like my own country where we need Americans to teach us how to wipe our own ass.

Spencer:  Like I say, words don’t mean shit to me.

Addis:  At any rate, I have an idea to make my own style, my own mark.

Addis:  This is what  motivates me.

Addis:  Look, don’t get me wrong here, but sex means nothing to me.

Roberto:  Chihuahua, mijo, really?

Addis:  I couldn’t care less.  All I want to do is develop my own style and do it.

Maggie:  What does it look like?

Addis:  I will show you right here.

Addis pulls out another picture, diagram really, of some sketches he has done.

Addis:  I got the idea from Frank Lloyd Wright.  It is a fusion.

Roberto:  (obsessed and incredulous)  You don’t care about sex?

SirIsaac:  (ignoring Roberto) Tell us.

Addis:  Well, the idea is to engineer a simpler, more elegant room arrangement that is more ergonomically useful.

Spencer:  That’s been done before, right.

Addis:  Well, I suppose, in the sense that a violin has been played before.

Addis:  Everything has been done before.

Ellen:  What is the spin on your idea?

Addis:  The spin?

Six People 2.5

Maggie:  Are you going to be an architect?  Or are you going to drive that taxi forever?

SirIsaac:  What’s your plan?

Addis:  My dream?

Roberto:  Sure.

Addis:  Well, I came to help my brother.  But my dream is to be an architect in my own country, to learn what I can here and maybe one day go back.

Addis:  I’ve traveled to many cities and sites in the United States to see the architecture. Taliesn, Taliesn West, Mount Rushmore, San Francisco, Chicago, Fallingwater, you know to see and study the buildings.

SirIsaac:  Damn, boy, you’ve seen more of the US than I have.

Roberto:  I’ve never been to Mount Rushmore.

Spencer:  Maggie and I knew a lady who had lived in San Antonio her entire life and had never seen the Alamo.

Addis:   As I say, you Americans don’t know anything about the world, even your own country.

Maggie:  Which architecture do you like the most?

Addis:  Honestly?

Ellen:  Yes.

Addis:  I like the cave dwellings at Bandolier.

Roberto:  Where is that?

Addis:  It is a national park.  Near Los Alamos.

Spencer:  New Mexico?

Addis nods.

Maggie:  Why?

Six People 2.4

Spencer:  Look, the words I say don’t mean anything.

Ellen:  What does that mean?

Spencer:  Words don’t mean anything.  I don’t have a German brain.  If I call you a fucking bitch, that might mean I like you; or it might mean I hate you; or it might mean nothing.  If I call you a Jew bitch, that doesn’t mean shit.

Ellen:  It does to me.

Maggie:  That means nothing to him.

Ellen:  Oh, I see; obviously, the world does revolve around him.

Spencer:  Look, you have to break out of your limited mind set.

Ellen:  Oh, well, thank you for your opinion.

Spencer:  You’re a moron (dismissing her with his left hand).

Addis:  I get you.  I know where you’re coming from.

Addis:  We have guys like you in architecture.

Spencer:  How so?

Addis:  Deconstructionists.  Square houses drive them crazy.  They can’t follow the standard rules.  They simply can not do it.

Addis:  If they did their brains would explode.

Maggie:  That sounds like Spencer.

Addis:  Daniel Libeskind, Frank Gehry.

Addis:  I like these guys, but I am a traditionalist.

Addis goes back to his seat and retrieves a picture of the Denver Art Museum. And then another of the Guggenheim Bilbao Museum in Spain. He shows it to them.

Six People 2.3

Maggie:  Well, he would order stuff like potato and bacon tacos.  Nobody in South Texas eats that.

Roberto:  Nobody anywhere eats that.

Maggie:  And then one day he came in and yelled at me.

Ellen:  Why?

Spencer:  She made me wait.  She discriminated against me.

Addis:  You’re both white!

Spencer:  She made me wait on purpose.

Maggie:  That’s bullshit.

Maggie turns to explain.

Maggie:  It was an honest mistake.  His order got lost.

She shrugs her shoulders as if she is back at the taco stand.

Maggie:  He got pissed off, started yelling about discrimination and then took off.

She smiles.

Maggie:  He crawled back the next day and apologized for calling me a fucking bitch.

Ellen:  And you married this guy?

Maggie:  (dismissively) He’s all bark, no bite.

Spencer shrugs.

Ellen:  What were you doing down there?

Spencer:  I was going to college there.  My mom was born and raised there.  I had family.

SirIsaac:  But how can you marry someone who calls you a name like that?

Six People 2.2

Spencer:  That’s not possible, honey.

Maggie:  Well, we could have had that.

Ellen:  That was your dream?

Maggie:  That was the long range goal; but, no, that wasn’t the dream.

Maggie:  The dream was to get married.

SirIsaac:  I thought you were married.

Maggie:  No (simply and quietly stated).

Maggie:  I wanted to get married and lead a normal life, just a normal life.

Maggie:  What’s wrong with just wanting to be a normal person?

Silence.  Finally.

Ellen:  How did you and Spencer meet?

Spencer:  We met at a taco stand.

Ellen:  Really?

She wants to know more.

Maggie:  I was staying the summer in San Antonio with a friend.  I had a job working at a taco stand.  Spencer would run by the stand every day and bother me.

Ellen:  Well, that’s not surprising.

Maggie:  He was a prick.

Maggie:  He couldn’t just be satisfied with ordering on the menu like everyone else.

Maggie:  He was always doing special orders.

Ellen:  Like what?

Six People 2.1


Ellen:  I’m wiped out, and we are never going to agree on this memorial.

She is exasperated.

Ellen:  Too many voices.

Spencer:  On this I agree.

Spencer lies down on the floor and stares at the ceiling.

Spencer:  I’m ready to pack it in.

Roberto:  It was a dumb idea.

Addis:  A building cannot be decided by committee.

SirIsaac:  They picked the wrong team.

SirIsaac:  I don’t have the right stuff.

Maggie remains silent.

Silence.  Finally.

Maggie:  When I was a little girl in Brisbane, I’d watch old television shows from the United States.  I’d watch The Brady Bunch and My Three Sons.   I wanted so badly to have a California family.

Roberto:  What’s a California family?

Maggie:  It’s a family that works. A family that can calmly sit down and rationally resolve their differences.  Unlike this situation here.

SirIsaac:  That’s a fantasy.

Maggie:  I don’t care.  I want the fantasy.

Maggie:  I wanted a father like those dads that Steve Martin plays so well in his movies, a wild and zany guy who can ground himself in reality.  Or how about a dad like Hugh Beaumont in Leave it to Beaver?