JULIA (crying): What? What did you say?
MICHAEL: It’s not me; it’s a rhyme of Rudyard Kipling… But he thought that all women are lesbians. “The colonel’s ladies and Judi O’Grady are lesbians under their skin”…in their souls…something like that…
JULIA (bitterness mounting): Thank you for your gratis opinion about women.
MICHAEL (smiling): Just kidding!… (Looking at his watch) I have to go!
JULIA: So I have to decide what I want!
MICHAEL: What do you mean?
JULIA: To stick with you…or to find another…
MICHAEL (now angry): You blow this all up! I’m a bad lover and bad potential father just because I want a “quickie” now and then?
Julia quickly lies stiffly down on the sofa shoes and all.
JULIA: You still want me to undress?
MICHAEL: You could at least take your high heels off before you lie on the sofa!
JULIA: (artificial surprisingly) Do you really want me to take off my shoes?
MICHAEL: You’re toying with me!
JULIA: So you toyed with me! You still want me to undress?
MICHAEL: You’ve ruined any desire now.
JULIA: And….. I have no desire for you…I’ll go…
MICHAEL (shouting): Get out! Go! Find another!
JULIA (calm down): I’ll go. Even if you call me like last time, I’ll never come back!
MICHAEL: I don’t want to see you again! Go to the zoo and adopt a baby monkey!
Julia throws the sofa pillows on the floor. She kicks over the chair with Michaels clothes on it.
JULIA: So now you clean up for the last time after me!
MICHAEL (shouting): Go!… Go…get out! Bitch!
She takes off her shoes and throws her shoes at Michael who deftly ducks them.
JULIA: These are from all women! You son of a bitch! Impotent!
Julia runs out the door crying. Michael picks up a vase to throw, but then he sees the ship’s bell. He yanks the bell off the wall and throws it on the floor. He kicks it thru his thin slippers. It makes several loud clangs. He hurts his toe. He sits on the sofa in pain holding his toe. Bare foot Julia enters the apartment again
JULIA (surveying all): Michael, I heard you rang the bell! Did you call me?
Pause
Are you crying?
MICHAEL: You hurt me… Just sit down…
JULIA: Michael, I’m so sorry. I hate to fight…I feel so badly… It’s as if we descended into Hell…
MICHAEL: Me too…
JULIA: Michael, now I hope you understand me better…
MICHAEL: Yes… I understand you…
(Pause)
But Julia… please; tell me, where your hot spots are…
JULIA (cold): I don’t know…
MICHAEL: Julia, please…
JULIA: My ears…
THE END
