Okay. One more…
ANDREW: They were actually swingers?
MAX: In the flesh. Literally.
ANDREW: Were they at least attractive?
MAX: You already know the answer. Imagine naked Morris Dancers.
ANDREW: Fucking hell.
MAX: And that was the wife. There must be some research. Some scientific study that explains why all swingers are ugly.
ANDREW: If they were attractive…
MAX: Not as good a story.
ANDREW: Yes, no. Its not. But would you have been tempted? (PAUSE) Have you ever cheated on Sarah?
MAX: You ever cheat with Sarah? Don’t answer that. I’ve had too much to drink. Know you haven’t.
ANDREW: I haven’t.
MAX: I know.
ANDREW: I wouldn’t.
MAX: What’s wrong with her? (Laughs) Listen. How are you doing with the whole… you know. Pink elephant in the room.
ANDREW: I’m fine.
MAX: She told me not to mention it but you know me. I’m very fond of pink elephants.
ANDREW: I’m fine.
MAX: You sure? Because, I hate to say this, but you look terrible. Like you haven’t slept for the last six months.
ANDREW: Well, Max. Given I have fairly intense abandonment issues, walking in on my wife with another man’s cock in her mouth is bound to disrupt my sleep patterns.
MAX: Yes. Yes. I can see that. If you, if you… know you’re closer to Sarah but should you want to talk to me.
ANDREW: Thanks.
MAX: …I really rather hope you don’t you understand. (laughs) Wonder when the bird will be here?
ANDREW: I’m really not ready. It’s only been six months. What do you know about her?
MAX: Same page as you. What I can pick up from Sarah, she’s a wishes she was around in the 70s burn her bra type.
ANDREW: She fit?
MAX: Don’t think so.
ANDREW: Why?
MAX: She’s a feminist isn’t she?
