If I’d been at that performance of Cyrano, the headline would have been “Kline Death Scene Ruined by Real Thing,” because I either would have had an aneurysm or I would have killed that woman with the power of my mind.

More seriously, I’ve always considered the end of Cyrano one of my personal Voight-Kampff tests, so apparently we have at least one skinjob on the loose and attending plays.