Trent: We should. Yes we should.

(Maggie starts to take off her pants.)

Trent: We should, but we won’t. Oh no we most certainly will not.

Maggie: WHY?

Trent: We have to do it on a purple sofa.

Maggie: Don’t you just want to bang me up against the wall?

Trent: Absolutely not.

Maggie: You can pull my hair.

Trent: There must be a purple sofa.

Maggie: Trent, by the time we find a purple sofa the mood will be dead. You won’t even want to do it anymore.

Trent:I highly doubt that, Maggie.

Maggie: And what if we stain it with our sweat and ya know?

Trent:That’s exactly why there must be a purple sofa. Maggie, our love is a beautiful thing, purple is a beautiful color. They must be joined in harmony.

Maggie:Trent I just want to do it. Right now. Can’t we just do it on the roof like this morning?

Trent:That was nice.

Maggie:(Seductively.) See baby. You remember how nice that was?

(They kiss passionately. Trent turns away.)

Trent: We mustn’t. I mustn’t.

Maggie: (She slaps him.) You made me paint that roof indigo with yellow puppies! For 3 weeks I worked on that! I painted you yellow cockerspaniels and all I got was 4 and a half minutes with your cock! This just isn’t fair Trent. Then last month you would only do it if I was wearing that emerald bra from the Victoria’s Secret catalogue, but it was backordered for 3 weeks and I had to wait, even though I owned the same bra in eggplant! That time you lasted 6 minutes… but still! I just want to hump and get off sometimes. I want to make love. I don’t want to make art.

Trent: You’re so sexy when you are frustrated.

Maggie: Is that what this is about? Making me frustrated? You are a sick man.

Trent: I love you Maggie. I’m going to IKEA now. Would you like to join me?

Maggie: Sick. Sick. Sick.

Trent: They have a new line of honey dew bathroom mats.

Maggie: (Sighs.) Who can resist?

Trent: I’m so in the mood.

BLACKOUT.