Maureen and Craig, a couple from suburban Minnesota, are in the
MAUREEN: You’re mad.
CRAIG: You didn’t say anything to me.
CRAIG: What the f#&k, Maureen? You didn’t say anything.
MAUREEN: I know. I didn’t have a lot of time. I wanted to tell you in person. But--I knew you would understand. I mean I knew you would understand.
CRAIG: I guess I don’t. Explain it to me.
MAUREEN: I didn’t think you would have to.
CRAIG: Well, you do.
MAUREEN: I wrote you a note!
CRAIG: Yeah, you wrote me a note. (CRAIG holds up the green paper.) On the back of Gus Herbrechtschmeier’s homework.
MAUREEN: You weren’t here.
CRAIG: But you didn’t wait? You knew I would be home. And you didn’t wait?
MAUREEN: I didn’t know…
CRAIG: It’s Tuesday morning.
MAUREEN: I forgot that it was Tuesday. I was frazzled.
CRAIG: You forgot that it was