The American Dream is a play in one scene, set in a living room with two armchairs, a sofa, and a door leading to the outside. Mommy and Daddy are seated, awaiting the arrival of visitors. Daddy complains about the apartment, about how hard it is to get anything fixed, and he remembers how easy it was to move in, when all that was required was his money for the rent and a security deposit. He feels taken advantage of and somehow fooled. Similarly, Mommy is vexed about a hat she has bought. It seemed like a perfectly lovely beige hat until she ran into the chairman of her women’s club, who praised her wheat-colored hat. Irritated to think she had been duped into buying the wrong-colored hat, Mommy returned to the store (excusing her mistake by blaming its artificial light) and complained until they gave her what she takes to be a beige-colored hat. “I would imagine it was the same hat they tried to sell you before,” Daddy observes. Mommy agrees, but somehow she still feels she has gotten satisfaction from the incident.