DAN:  So tell me.

DEBORAH:  What?

DAN:  Everything. Tell me the truth about everything. Menstruation. I know you’re holding out on me.

DEBORAH:  It would be hard on me if it got out.

DAN:  I swear.

DEBORAH:  It’s under our conscious control.

DAN:  I knew it.

DEBORAH:  We just do it to drive you crazy with the mess.

DAN:  I just knew it.

DEBORAH:  Now you tell me some.

DAN:  Name it.

DEBORAH:  What does it feel  like to have a penis?

DAN:  Strange. Very strange and wonderful.

DEBORAH:  Do you miss having tits?

DAN:  To be completely frank with you, that is the stupidest question I ever heard. What man in his right mind would want tits?

DEBORAH:  You’re right of course. Ask me if I like the taste of come.

DAN:  Do you like the taste of come?

DEBORAH:  Do I like the taste of come?

DAN:  Yes.

DEBORAH:  Dan, I love the taste of come. It tastes like everything good. Just, coming out of your cock. The Junior Prom. An Autumn afternoon.

DAN:  It doesn’t taste a little bit like Clorox?

DEBORAH:  It Smells like Clorox. It tastes like the Jr. Prom. See what you cheat yourself of?

DAN:  Yes.

DEBORAH:  Faggot.

DAN:  Do you ever fantasize about making love with other women?

DEBORAH:  Do you fantasize when we make love? The last time we made love, I fantasized about other women.

DAN:  The last time I masturbated I kept thinking about my left hand.

DEBORAH:  Did you.

DAN:  Yes.

DEBORAH:  Did you?

DAN:  Yes. I love making love with you.

DEBORAH:  I love making love with you.

DAN:  I love you.

DEBORAH:  Does it frighten you to say that?

DAN:  Yes.

DEBORAH:  It’s only words. I don’t think you should be frightened by words.