INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT.
A WOMAN IS ATTEMPTING TO KISS HER HUSBAND.
WOMAN:
Come on, we haven't done it in ages.
SHE WHISPERS INTO HIS EAR AND GIGGLES.
WOMAN:
I know what'll get you in the mood.
SHE PUTS HER ARM UNDER THE QUILT TOWARDS HIS CROTCH.
MAN:
I don't know, maybe my libido's low.
WOMAN:
Ok, desperate times call for desperate measures, where's the feather?
SHE GETS OUT OF BED AND GETS A FEATHER OUT OF A DRAWER.
WOMAN:
You used to love this.
SHE STARTS TICKLING HIS FEET BUT GETS NO RESPONSE.
WOMAN:
What is it with you? I've had enough, time to get Wilbur.
SHE OPENS A DRAWER AND GETS OUT A DILDO. SHE BOUNCES BACK INTO BED.
WOMAN:
Good old Wilbur, budge up... oops, sorry love.
SHE KNOCKS HER HUSBAND OUT OF BED. HE IS LYING ON THE FLOOR.
CAMERA PAN TO WHEELCHAIR BESIDE HIM.
WOMAN:
Be there in five darling.