FADE IN:

               Classical string music as the lights fade up.  Magnate is
               ensconced in a plush chair, buried behind a copy of the
               Financial Times.  From behind the Times he places a pipe in
               an ashtray and turns a page.

               Sam-I-am enters formally in a tail coat and black tie.  He
               clears his throat and addresses Magnate pleasantly.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         Do you like green eggs and ham?

                                   MAGNATE
                         I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
                         I do not like green eggs and ham.

               Most unexpected.  Perhaps Sam-I-am misheard the original
               request.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         Would you like them here or there?

               Magnate is engrossed in the Times and wants to be left alone.

                                   MAGNATE
                         I would not like them here or
                         there.
                         I would not like them anywhere.

               Sam-I-am moves to go, but reconsiders.  

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         Would you like them in a house?

               Magnate's paper folds, revealing his annoyed eyes.  

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         Would you like them with a mouse?

                                   MAGNATE
                         I do not like them in a house.
                         I do not like them with a mouse.
                         I do not like them here or there.
                         I do not like them anywhere.
                         I do not like green eggs and ham.
                         I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

               Sam-I-am nods vigorously and goes to the window.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         A train!  A train!  A train!

               Magnate, wondering what the fuss is about, looks out the
               window at the train.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                             (under his breath)
                         A train.  Could you, would you, on
                         a train?

               Magnate puts his hand on Sam-I-am's shoulder.

                                   MAGNATE
                             (kindly)
                         Not on a train.  Not in a tree. 
                         Not in a car.
                             (a cool threat)
                         Sam, let me be.

               Sam-I-am moves so that a chair is between them.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                         Could you, would you, with a goat?

               Magnate pauses: this is an insult.

                                   MAGNATE
                             (deadly)
                         I would not, could not, with a
                         goat.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                             (oblivious)
                         Would you, could you, on a boat?

               Magnate flips the chair over and screams at Sam-I-am.  Sam-I
               am alternately crumbles, tries to crawl away, and ultimately
               ends up a quivering puddle underneath the onslaught of
               Magnate.

                                   MAGNATE
                             (building)
                         I could not, would not, on a boat.
                         I will not, will not, with a goat.
                         I will not eat them in the rain.
                         I will not eat them on a train.
                         Not in the dark!  Not in a tree!
                         Not in a car! You let me be!
                         I do not like them in a box.
                         I do not like them with a fox.
                         I will not eat them in a house.
                         I do not like them with a mouse.
                         I do not like them here or there.
                         I do not like them ANYWHERE!  I do
                         not like green eggs and ham!
                         I do not like them, Sam-I-am!

               Sam-I-am cries in abject terror.  Sated, Magnate stalks back
               to his chair, plumps down into it, and buries his face in the
               newspaper.  Very slowly, Sam-I-am pulls himself up, snuffles,
               wipes his face, and leaves the room as one walks to the
               guillotine.

               Count ten.

               Sam-I-am bursts back in, bearing a silver tray!  On it is our
               green eggs and ham!  Sam-I-am falls flat on his face with the
               tray stretched before him.

                                   SAM-I-AM
                             (crying)
                         You do not like them.
                         So you say.
                         Try them!  Try them!
                         And you may.
                         Try them and you may, I say.

               Magnate looks at us, shaking his head.  Eventually he relents
               a tiny bit.

                                   MAGNATE
                             (a trifle)
                         Sam!
                         If you will let me be,
                         I will try them.
                         You will see.

               Sam-I-am crawls to Magnate, head lowered, bearing the tray. 
               Magnate selects one fork of several.  He cuts off a tiny
               fraction of egg, chews it thoughtfully, and swallows. 
               Magnate thinks.  He then nips a tiny corner of ham, chews it
               thoughtfully, and swallows.

                                   MAGNATE
                             (indifferent)
                         I do so like
                         green eggs and ham!
                             (Dismisses him)
                         Thank you!
                         Thank you,
                         Sam-I-am!

               Spreadeagled, face down on the floor, Sam-I-am releases a
               fantastic sound of relief...

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.