JOHN:
Ah, how I love to be alone in the country.
MARY:
John?
JOHN:
Yes?
MARY:
I'm with you.
JOHN:
How I love to be alone in the country.
MARY:
But John - you brought me with you!
JOHN:
I didn't. You hid in the back.
MARY:
But you must have noticed.
JOHN:
Not at all - it's a very large tandem.
MARY:
But John - when we fell off going down the stairs - you must have
seen me.
JOHN:
I thought you were a hitch-hiker.
MARY:
But I'm your wife. You must have recognized me.
JOHN:
I didn't, Mary.
MARY:
Why not?
JOHN:
Well, because you were disguised as a cactus.
MARY:
Oh, John - why don't you admit it? You don't love me any more.
(pause)
JOHN:
All right, I admit it.
MARY:
John - once we had something that was pure, and wonderful, and -
and good ... what's happened to it?
JOHN:
You spent it all.