W and M are constantly arguing whether or not they want to have a
M: What’s wrong? W: Please don’t. Don’t ask me that. M: I want to know. W: You should know without me saying. [... … …] M: I need you to give me some clues here as to what you need because honestly I feel like you’re standing behind a glass wall just this sheet of glass and I can’t reach you. W: Don’t cry for f%^*k sake.
For full extended scene, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Duncan Macmillain, Lungs, Dramatist Play Services, 2011.
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