Int. Restaurant
A man and woman are sat at a table gazing at each other. A waiter approaches and puts the bill on the table.
Man:
I'll get this.
Woman:
No, no, don't be silly, I'll pay.
Man:
I'm the man, I'll pay!
Woman:
It's not the 1800s, I'll pay!
The woman takes her bag out and starts rummaging through it. The man grabs the bag and chucks it across the restaurant.
Man:
That's settled then, I'll pay!
The woman grabs the man's head and slams it down into the table.
Woman:
Honestly, I don't mind paying!
The man staggers to his feet and crashes his chair down across the woman.
Man:
Don't mention it! You can pay next time!
The woman rises to her feet, does some martial arts moves and cries before a fireball erupts from her hands and hits the man.
Woman:
Let's just call it my little treat!
The man gets up smouldering and dazed.
Man:
How about we go halves?
The woman hits the man with another fireball. The man staggers to his feet.
Man:
Ok. I tell you what: you pay.
The woman goes and picks up her bag up. She rummages through it.
Woman:
I seem to have left my purse at home. Do you mind paying?
ENDS
