Man: I left the door open.
Woman: Is it that simple?
Man: It’s unlocked.
Woman: Something else isn’t. Not so simple.
Man: I peel the nicotine from under my fingernails. One bite at a time.
Woman: The light wasn’t on.
Woman: It’s dark and the light wasn’t on. I couldn’t find my way. My hand groped only darkness.
Man: But you’re here.
Woman: Barely. (Pause) Your fingernails are dirty.
Man: I will bite them off.
Woman: It’s a temporary solution.
Man: Still a solution.
Woman: It’s a dirty solution.
Man: I left the backdoor open.
Woman: I’ll not swallow another ounce of your bile.