Compliments

[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.