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Futuristic looking kitchen.
EDNA, a fast-talking dame, leans back up against the futuristic looking refrigerator … biting her nails in-between lines. DARYL is sitting on the futuristic looking island.
Edna I tell you what, Daryl, I don’t know … you’re almost sounding like … like you believe in something.
Daryl What the hell did you just say to me?
Edna I think you’re getting soft. You’re not the man I married. The man I married promised me no guarantees.
Daryl Edna, I …
Edna You said, “I … Daryl Swashbuckler take ye Edna Tippingale …
Daryl I didn’t say “ye” … you’re over-commiting to the moment …
Edna Oh, screw you, Daryl, so, you said “you“! You said … “I … Daryl Swashbuckler take you Edna Tippingale … and, I promise you no guarantees.”
Daryl Well …
Edna You promised me no guarantees.
Daryl I’m not really breaking that promise.
Edna You promised me no guarantees, Daryl. It’s not about the semantics of the fucking language — you know that. You son of a bitch.
Daryl I still promise you no guarantees, Edna.
Edna Bullshit, Daryl. You know as well as I do — the words were meaningless in themselves … what was significant was that you knew damn well how they made me feel.
Daryl How did they make you feel?
Edna Screw you, Daryl! Screw you!
Daryl I’m just making sure nothing has changed … that you still think that they made you feel how you thought they made you feel back then.
Edna The same … you son of a bitch. The same.
Daryl Edna … you know … what happens to memories when we recall them. Are you sure that you want to stick with that?
Edna I …
Daryl decides to hop down off the island and approach his wife.
Daryl Edna … stop crying … look at me directly, directly in the eyes, Edna. Edna, you don’t know shit. Nothing in life is certain. It wasn’t then. It isn’t now. And, it never shall be.
Edna Oh, Daryl … that’s the man I married. You even busted out the “shall” on me.
They kiss, of course.
"[Chri(s"t]op) Clochard L 
He guaranteed no guarantees? Well that should be easy to back out of, then! #Loophole
Haha. Yes, exactly. May, I say exactly? That may a bit to precise.
As your blog gets more and more delirious it is also starting to make sense. That’s what you were aiming for, isn’t it?
I have to restate that … very ass-toot, of you, sir.
Closest thing to faith I’ve got.
Quite ass-toot of you, lad.
A burst of pure reasonableness on a Friday! Love it.
I haven’t been in the habit of going back and reading stuff since I’ve started this blog, but this I find myself longing to see performed. I need to see someone convincingly deliver the line, “You promised me no guarantees.”
It’d be worth it. You got video capabilities? Something like this would go viral. Next best thing, phone a local theatre troupe.
I keep trying to deliver it to myself, but it doesn’t sound right. It needs a real fast talking dame.
By the way, I updated the title to 40s. More appropriate. Sure no one noticed. But, don’t tell anyone.
So clever, hilarious!! Love it! 🙂
Haha. Edna is so…dramatically paranoid. I love her. xDD
I’m new to your blog, haven’t got a clue what it’s really about but I fucking love it. kudos. & this little scene sounds like the basis of every ‘argument’ me and my partner have- arguments over the other knowing even less then the other in a world were we can know nothing.
Thanks! I would feel dishonest if it made TOO MUCH sense 🙂
amazing