Woman : Don’t you want to see any more of my holiday photos? (Exit Man .) Well, really, how rude! (Woman moves to Woman .) Would you like to see some of my holiday photos? Woman : Well, I don’t really… Woman : Now, now, don’t be shy.
Now, this one is a bit blurred, but down in the corner you can see my sister-in-law’s little boy. (Woman takes the offered photograph reluctantly and looks at it vacantly. The surgery door opens and the Dentist enters. He looks very hot and bothered.
He stands in the doorway.) Dentist: I’m fed up with this. I’m off to get someone who knows something about the job. (The Dentist strides across the stage and exits left. For a moment Woman , Man , and Woman sit gaping.
Then Woman wails, as Woman , Woman and the Little Girl stand and make for the door left.) Man : This is the end. I’m off. (There are cries of “Me too”, “So am I”, “Here I go”, etc., and all except Woman and Woman go out in a hurry.) Woman : Well, really, people are very rude. (Woman looks at the wailing Woman .) Whatever is the matter, my dear?
Woman : It’s Joe! Poor Joe! Goodness knows what state he’s in now. Woman : Joe?
Who’s Joe? And what’s the matter with him? Woman : I’m afraid to go in. I’m afraid to look.
Joe’s my husband and that awful dentist has been working on him. He’s in there. (Woman points to the surgery.) Woman : Well, I don’t suppose he has come to any harm. (Woman sits beside Woman .) I tell you what, dear, you need cheering up.
Here, you just have a look at my holiday photos. They’re ever so cheerful. (Woman breaks into fresh sobs.) Woman : Oh, dear me! Where’s that very amusing one?
(Woman looks through her photographs.) I must have lost it. Ah, yes! It’ll probably be over there. (Woman walks across to her previous position and starts looking for the lost photograph.
Woman continues sobbing. Enter Man from the surgery.) Man : Why, whatever is the matter, Emily? Woman : Joe, Joe, are you all right? Let me look at you, Joe!