[Early morning. The sun, not even breaking the horizon, scans the few low-lying clouds in the East. Dimness holds in the bedroom. SCHMUTZIE drowses under quilts and sheets, PALINODE slips on clothes.]
SCHMUTZIE: You're handsome.
PALINODE: You don't have your glasses on.
SCHMUTZIE: I can tell.
PALINODE: And the room is dark.
SCHMUTZIE: I can still tell.
PALINODE: I think your eyes are closed.
SCHMUTZIE: I SAID I CAN TELL.
PALINODE: Yeah, I'm super hot.