Three wise guys, a lot of attitude, handguns and a Mexican standoff.

Two blue-collar Mesopotamian construction workers are handed a provocative task: Build the Tower of Babel—or else. How many stones does it take to get to heaven, anyway?

Harvey needs to broach a delicate subject with his wife. He claims Sylvia is becoming a bag lady, but she protests that her Bloomingdales' shopping bag doesn't make her a bag lady. No, says Harvey, but the picture frame, couch cushion and single tennis shoe retrieved from the garbage do. Not to mention the cold cooked oatmeal in her purse.

Jeff misinterprets his lines, Joe skips large sections of dialogue, Jane tries to hold the production together, and the fourth actor's stuck in traffic. Poor acting is afoot as three actors and a stage manager attempt to perform a drawing room drama.