The lights come up on the scene. It is a...

The lights come up on the scene. It is a domestic argument. Perhaps the actors are fighting with each other or maybe they stand with their backs to one another or fight an invisible partner as they face the audience. The staging can be orchestrated liberally.

MAN1: Let's make this perfectly clear. This game of cat and mouse. You playing this role of a detective...of some goddamn police officer...and me playing the role of the fugitive trying to run for my life is just ridiculous...I'm over it.

WOMAN1: Let me make this clear. I don't have all day to keep arguing...The same fight over and over again. You're so much more concerned with winning...with being right than with what you're doing to us.

MAN2: Let's make something perfectly clear. I am not your property. I don't belong to you. You don't belong to me. Okay?

WOMAN2: Let me get this straight. This stuff. These faults you keep throwing in my face were once little attributes you considered to be "cute" or "adorable." I used to be perfect for you. Now, every little idiosyncrasy is an excuse for you to go flying off the handle.

MAN1: Let's paint this picture, shall we? You can't stand it. You can't stand me having autonomy. Freedom. That I have friends, a job outside of you. Yes, I can tell, you get so cold...

WOMAN1: You're so frigid...this house might as well be full of polar bears the way you work that cold shoulder...

MAN2: Love without freedom... without trust, it doesn't last very long. This won't last through...

WOMAN2: Winter.... that's what it is in here: just cold and callous and unforgiving. I'm sick of your excuses. Go ahead and leave already. You keep on...

MAN1: Bluffing. How many times are you going to pack and unpack your bags...huh? How many times? This same song and dance is exhausting. Just leave already...

WOMAN1: You know what? You get a solid "F," a zero out of ten on your acting ability. You're telling the same old story about how you won't take it for much longer, then just go...

MAN2: See if I care. You know what you get in emotional manipulation? A 100. You are an "A" plus student pulling the bullshit you pull.

WOMAN2: I'm sick of your attention-grabbing pathetic manipulation. I'm so over it... okay?

WOMAN1: What? What am I going to do when you're gone? That's the easiest answer...

MAN2: Honestly, I'll be here doing the same thing I've been doing all along I just won't be hiding it anymore...I won't be living in secret, ashamed of who I am, of what I want.

WOMAN2: I'm looking for a dream. You don't dream. We don't dream anymore. No more plans to travel or anything. So while you're looking for a witness to prove how horrible I am...I'm going to live life.

MAN1: So, go...if that's what you want...

WOMAN1: I'm not going to miss the polar bears.

MAN2: Ice queen.

WOMAN2: Bye, bye Jack Frost.

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