Int. Bedroom
Brian enters the bedroom and is shocked at what he sees.
Brian:
Sarah! How could you?!
Sarah is in bed next to a large, round piece of cheese which is wearing a handlebar moustache and tucked into a dressing gown.
Sarah:
It's not how it looks!
Brian:
You said you were lactose intolerant!
Sarah:
I am! I am!
Brian:
Oh yeah?! So how do you explain this?!
Brian storms round to the bedside cabinet and picks up a plate of crackers. Sarah looks down guiltily.
Brian:
It all makes sense now. The sneaking around, the "overtime" at work and the endless purchases of pickle.
Sarah:
Well what did you expect?! You've barely looked at me these last few months! Let alone provided me with an adequate source of calcium.
Brian:
I've been busy with work.
Sarah:
And I was busy developing osteoporosis!
Sarah stretches her arms and then her knuckles which crack loudly.
Brian:
But why him?!
Sarah:
Because he's kind, he respects me and he's got a wonderfully nutty flavour
Brian:
And he's supposed to be my best friend!
Sarah:
I'm so sorry.
Brian gets up close to the cheese.
Brian:
Well, come on, Clive, what have you got to say for yourself?
There is no answer from the cheese.
Brian:
Hmmph! I hope you get mould. And I don't mean the type people pay good money for.
Brian storms out before. Sarah looks sad and mournfully nibbles at the piece of cheese.
ENDS