Setting: The home of Rachel and Jim Greenly. On stage one can view the living room and kitchen. It is present day, early in the evening.

Rachel

(reading aloud) "Man lives in a world of passive passions and painted dreams. From the moment we transcend into consciousness ideas ameliorate the mind’s eye."

Jim

Shut up. If you keep on with that drone for a minute longer I think I will have to go downstairs and kill myself.

Rachel

Jimmy, you really are incorrigible, here I was being prolific and you have to butt in and ruin it. Don't you understand that the world is coming to an end?

Jim

(bored) Yes, and it has been ending ever since it began. Not stop reading from that stupid book and come over here and kiss me.

Rachel

(coyly) No.

Rachel clears her throat as though she were to begin reading takes a breath but then stops abruptly and looks distractedly at the window

Jim

What are you looking at?

Rachel

Hhhmmmm...(another Pause)

Jim leans forward trying to figure out what she is looking at.

Rachel

You see that bug?

Jim

Yeah, what about it?

Rachel

Well, there it is, trying desperately to get outside by slamming its little body against the glass. Poor thing, if only it could see the bigger picture.

Jim begins to roll up a newspaper.

Jim

You want me to put it out of its misery?

Rachel

(slightly horrified) No! Don't even think about it.

Jim

You and your beloved bugs, its not like they have feelings Rach.

Jim sees a bee (buzzing sound)

Jim

Will you look at that...its a regular invasion. Did you leave a window open?

Rachel

Yeah, in the Kitchen.

Jim

Ah yes, I guess it would need to air out, after your little dinner fiasco. I suppose that's why they have cookbooks with titles like "How to boil water."

Rachel takes the paper from Jim and hits him over the head with it.

Rachel

I can't stand to be in there; the paint is such an awful shade---green is the only color for a kitchen, it engages the mind... besides its not my fault the timer didn't go off.

Jim

That's right, go ahead, chalk another one up to the universe. Its the only one who is responsible for anything now a days.

Rachel

Don't be so callous.

Jim

Callous? Me? Never. You're the one who won't kiss me.

From across the room Rachel kisses the air and haughtily blows it toward him.

Rachel

There. You satisfied?

Jim

Sometimes I don't know why I put up with you.

Rachel

Oh, you put up with me? I should think that I'm the one that puts up with you. When I look at the world I see the infinite potential of man, all the incredible wonders that have come and the possibilities of the ever greater things that are yet to come. What do you see---nothing but burnt dinner and bugs that need to be squashed.

Jim

Now that's not fair and you know it.

Rachel

Fair? You want to talk about fair?

Jim

(sighing) No, please, forget I said anything.

Rachel

Because the concept of fair is over rated. Just look at the opportunities afforded the bourgeois of society and the life of the working class that supports them, do you suppose this is fair? Do you suppose that there is a fair fairy who rewards the good people and punishes the bad, if you ask me, there is a reason why fair starts words like fairytale. It is only something that happens during childhood dreams.

Jim

You finished?

Rachel

No, I'm never finished.

Jim

That's what I was afraid of.

Rachel

Life is to big to be categorized into neat little packages under words like fair and just. Thing never really work out that way.

Jim crosses to the door.

Jim

(sighing) I'm going out.

Rachel

What?

Jim

You heard me, out.

Rachel

Jimmy...

Jim

Don't Jimmy me, you talk big, but in the end that's all it is, talk. Nothing ever happens with you. Not anymore. You spout your philosophy like a leaky faucet, its just a constant stream of shit that means absolutely nothing. Can't you see that? Life, this thing that you think is so big and wonderful is passing you by, while you sit there and think. There's more to life than intellect. I can't take it anymore, I just can't. When you get over yourself you can give me a call. I'll be at the office.

Rachel

Jim you can't go.

Jim

Why not?

Rachel

Because I'm not finished...

Jim

Like you said---you never are.

Rachel

Jim, Jim listen to me. I can't stop you from leaving, but I want you to know that if you walk out of that door, and just leave things like this---Well, just think what your mother would say.

Jim

My mother?

Rachel

Yes, your mother. I'm sure she would be simply speechless by such odious behavior, and if you walk out that door I'm going to give her a call, and then we'll see who's sorry.

Jim

Rachel, I'm not a little boy, and for that matter, you are not a little girl. You don't need to run and tattle on your husband. You want to call my mother---fine---I'm sure she will laugh in your face. I don't understand how a person can be so smart and so stupid at the same time.

Rachel

You think I'm smart?

Jim

Yes, I mean no, I mean...Rach don't change the subject.

Rachel

And exactly what subject is that?

Jim

We have to deal with this, with us. Ever since we learned we couldn't have a child, its just been...You're right, I can't run away to the office, but you can't go and call my mother either. We just have to deal with this ourselves.

Loud knock at the door

Jim

I‘m not finished yet...

Jim answers Door, a very pregnant Cathy stands at the door suitcases in hand.

Jim

Hello...?

Cathy

(very familiar) Jim, how are you?

Jim

Fine. Do I know you?

Cathy

Well, I certainly hope so, I'm having your baby.