(Barbara enters, carrying W�s head on her stick, she is smiling slightly maniacally.)
BARBARA: We�re bringing him home from the mountains, the terrorist who tried to spy on us; he tried to sneak into our city. He thought he could impose his restrictions on the women of America, but we caught him, we caught him.
CHORUS LEADER: I see, yes, you are one of us.
BARBARA: I caught him, with no gun, no knife. A terrorist!
CHORUS: You certainly did, you�ve done away with him. Who dealt the first blow?
BARBARA: That honor was mine. The other women hail me as a hero. Come and join our celebration, we�re going to have a banquet.
CHORUS: Join you? In your misery? (sighs, playing along) Who else will you bring?
BARBARA: Of course my husband...
CHORUS: And your son George W.?
BARBARA: Oh of course, he�ll praise me for setting an example for the women of America. We are strong, we too can fight against the terrorist threat.
CHORUS: So you rejoice?
BARBARA: Oh yes! It was magnificent, I felt so powerful. I want everyone to know about this.
CHORUS: Then go to the press conference, they�re gathering as we speak. Show them your victory; poor, wretched woman.
(They look over and notice reporters gathering. Barbara lightly runs over to the podium and stands smiling behind it. She is still holding the cane with W�s head, and she�s holding it next to the podium, in plain site of everyone there. There is a murmur among the reporters, and they quiet down when she begins to speak.)
BARBARA: Hello, I�m so glad you are here to witness this triumphant day. Come and see the head, the remains of this terrorist that I caught, the other women and I took him down with our bare hands. Who needs multimillion dollar weapons, when you have the power of passionate women? Women who want to help keep their country safe from men who come to impose their oppressive rule. Where is my husband? Where is my son? I want my Georges here to witness my joy.
(Enter George Sr., followed by men who carry the rest of George W. covered on a stretcher.)
SR.: Here, place the stretcher over here. (Now to Barbara) That horrible thing you carry is your other George. It was hard to find the rest of him, he was torn to pieces so badly. I didn�t hear about this tragedy until I returned to the city with Colin, then I ran back up to the mountains. I found some of the women still up there, raving madly. I heard that my lovely wife had already danced down the mountain, so I came this way, and now I almost regret finding her.
BARBARA: Oh George, no one can brag about his wife more than you. I dropped all my little domestic trifles to serve my country, I�ve helped you honorably. Take his head and show it off proudly to your friends, and they�ll say that you have one of the most wonderful wives.
SR.: I can�t take all of this in. Wonderful? Murderous! You struck down your son, because that cunning Virginia plotted against us.
BARBARA: Well you�re hard to please! That�s old age for you, always puts a scowl in a man�s eye. I wish my son would follow my example and catch a real terrorist, rather than waging war across the world. When will someone send him over here?
SR.: (crying in horror) What will it take to show you? When you know what you�ve done you�ll feel the most horrible pain, but if you stay like this you�ll never have a clue.
BARBARA: What do you mean? My act is not beautiful? It�s painful?
SR.: First, my dear, let your eyes look up to the sky. Up here.
BARBARA: I�m looking. Why did you suggest this?
SR.: (ignoring her question) Is it the same? Or do you think the sky changes?
BARBARA: It�s brighter, it�s practically glowing.
SR.: And that fluttering sensation, do you still feel that in your soul?
BARBARA: I, I don�t know what you mean, but I feel like I�m coming back to myself. I�m moving away from some old thoughts.
SR.: Can you listen and answer clearly?
BARBARA: (She looks at him) I�ve forgotten what we were talking about dear.