Red: I just don’t see why you don’t even try anymore!
Kathy: Try what? To catch me a man? Then what am I going to do with him.
Red: Well! If I have to teach you that…
Kathy: (laughing loudly) That’s not what I mean and you know it. I’m too busy to have a man. I work full time and write every spare minute. I hardly have time for myself, let alone a guy.
Red: I just don’t think it’s good for your health! You know I wasn’t much interested in men after Mac died either, but I met Joe and everything changed.
Kathy: I know, I know. And it’s not that I’m a widow and can’t move on. You know I’ve dated in the past. It’s more about having priorities right now – but then again; I’ve never met a Joe, like you have.
Red: He is pretty special(she answers dreamily). But still!
Kathy: (chuckling now) Don’t you think my family and friends have tried to get me interested in dating again? I’ve heard this from too many people. Seriously, I don’t have time for a man.
Red: What if one comes along who’s just right?
Kathy: (Smiling widely) I’d probably find the time. But honestly, I'm not counting on that. In the meantime, I’m perfectly happy by myself.
Red: What about the movies? Don’t you want someone to go to a movie with?
Kathy: Well, first of all, I’ve got you and I don’t have to buy a ticket or popcorn for you.
Red: That doesn’t count and you know it.
Kathy: Secondly, I actually like going to a movie by myself and I like going to restaurants by myself. I love people – you know that – but I’m fine by myself. Now stop this.
Red: Okay, you’re the boss. I guess if I piss you off too much, I’ll end up with people trying to kill me again?
Kathy: Oh, that’s already happening. The question is whether you get away safely. Don’t mess with me! (serious face for 10 seconds, followed by a big smile)
Red: Okay, okay – I’ll take your word for it – you are fine as a man-less woman.
Kathy: Finally! Now, let’s get back to the bloody marys and this amazing view.
Red: Here’s to being with a man if that’s what you want and without one if that’s what you want. (lifting her glass)
We fade out to the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.