Plaza Suite is a three act play set in a hotel. The third act is about a couple, Norma and Roy, and their daughter, Mimesy, on her wedding day. On the morning of the wedding, Mimsey has an attack of nerves and locks herself in the bathroom of the hotel. Norma’s husband Roy climbs out onto the ledge of the bathroom window to convince her to come out. Norma, in a panic, talk to the groom on the phone, who is waiting downstairs with the guests…

(Bemoaning her fate) He’ll kill himself. He’ll fall and kill himself, that’s the way my luck’s been going all day. (She staggers away from the window and leans on the bureau.) I’m not going to look. I’ll just wait until I hear a scream. (The TELEPHONE rings and Norma screams in fright.) Agggghhhh!…I thought it was him…(She crosses to the phone by the bed. The telephone rings again.) Oh, God, what am I going to say? (she picks it up.) Hello?…Oh, Mr. Eisler. Yes, we’re coming…My husband’s getting Mimsey now…We’ll be right down. Have some more hors d’oeuvres…Oh, thank you. It certainly is the happiest day of my life. (She hangs up.) No, I’m going to tell him I’ve got a husband dangling over Fifty-ninth Street. (As she crosses back to the opened window, a sudden torrent of rain begins to fall. As she gets to the window and sees it.) I knew it! I knew it! It had to happen…(She gets closer to the window and tries to look out.) Are you all right Roy?…Roy? (There’s no answer.) He’ll not all right, he fell. (She staggers into the bedroom.) He fell, he fell, he fell, he fell…He’s dead, I know it. (She collapses onto the armchair.) He’s laying there in a puddle in front of Trader Vic’s…I’m passing out. This time I’m really passing out! (And she passes out on the chair, legs and arms spread-eagled. The doorbell rings, she jumps right up.) I’m coming! I’m coming! Help me, whoever you are, help me! (She rushes through bedroom into living room and to the front door.) Oh, Please somebody help me, please!