(Characters: Timothy, Elisabeth
Setting: Restaurante Terraza, Hotel Casanova. Lunchtime.)
Timothy: It was your father’s idea so don’t even start.
Elisabeth: God he acts like I’m a child.
Timothy: You act like you’re a child.
Elisabeth: Oh fuck you.
Timothy: Face like an angel mouth like a toilet why am I not surprised.
Elisabeth: Leave me alone.
Timothy: What were you fighting with your mother about.
Elisabeth: What’s it to you.
Timothy: She’s my friend I’d like to know.
Elisabeth: I’m bored I said I was bored.
Timothy: What with exactly.
Elisabeth: Life my life.
Timothy: I can name a dozen girls your age who’d give their right arm to have your life.
Elisabeth: Oh that helps.
Timothy: No seriously.
Elisabeth: Twelve one-armed clones oh I am so grateful.
Timothy: Go on laugh it up.
Elisabeth: Are you for real.
Timothy: If you could just see the big picture.
Elisabeth: What like I was feeling sad because I had no satin slippers till I met the man who had no feet because they’d been hacked off by his wife’s psycho boyfriend or however it goes starving children in the land of mudslides.
Timothy: You think it’s all so funny.
Elisabeth: I think it’s not what I said.
Timothy: What did you say then.
Elisabeth: I did not say that I was unhappy I didn’t say I was ungrateful that my parents are rich I said I was bored.
Timothy: Oh bother.
Elisabeth: Bored bored bored.
Timothy: Well then get off your pretty little butt and do something.
Elisabeth: No you do something.
Timothy: Like what.
Elisabeth: Entertain me.
Timothy: Sometimes I just want to slap you.
Elisabeth: Do it then.
Timothy: Oh no I’m not playing your game.
Elisabeth: Oh please play my game please slap me call me a spoiled little bitch.
Timothy: You’d quite like that.
Elisabeth: You’ll never know will you.
Timothy: No never.
Elisabeth: I’ll call you ‘Daddy’.
Timothy: That’s not very funny.
Elisabeth: Too close to home.
Timothy: You really are a sick little.
Elisabeth: Little what.
Timothy: I’m not playing.
Elisabeth: Little what.
Timothy: It shouldn’t be much longer.
Elisabeth: Little what.
Timothy: Truce please.
Elisabeth: Okay truce.
Timothy: Thank you.
Elisabeth: What’s in the bag.
Timothy: Cigarettes chocolate and a book.
Elisabeth: What kind of book.
Timothy: Paperback.
Elisabeth: Porn.
Timothy: Right.
Elisabeth: Can I see.
Timothy: I don’t think so.
Elisabeth: Just a peek.
Timothy: No.
Elisabeth: Please.
Timothy: Wouldn’t you rather have.
Elisabeth: A cigarette.
Timothy: A chocolate.
Elisabeth: I had a pimple last week.
Timothy: Sun’s the best cure or eau de cologne that’s what Byron did.
Elisabeth: Is that Dad.
Timothy: God I hope so.
Elisabeth: Why are you so mean to me.
Timothy: Because I like you.
Elisabeth: Really.
Timothy: Really I just think you’re a spoiled little brat sometimes and since I’m just your godfather I can get away with telling you.
Elisabeth: Are you coming to the hotel for supper tonight.
Timothy: Would you like me to.
Elisabeth: Yes at least I’d have someone to talk to.
Timothy: Well here’s your Dad start dropping big hints.