John (fishing a print out of the
rinse-bath): There! It’s you, all head-and-shoulders of you.
Anita (gazing at her dripping image): Look at
me—I’m dull!
John (consoling her): No you’re not.
Anita: I am too. [she points at herself] Look at this stupid flowered
blouse!
John: You don’t like your blouse?
Anita: I thought it was okay until I saw it in
the photograph.
John: Blouse and photograph, they both look the
same to me.
Anita: They are the same. They’re both incredibly dull.
John: Well, why don’t you take it off then?
Anita (horror-stricken): John!!
John (quickly): I meant change into another blouse.
Anita: Why bother? [she points at the photograph] The damage is done now. You’ve taken the photograph and now I’m
dull for all time.
John:
Poor Anita.
Anita (shyly): If I do take my blouse off, will
you take a more exciting photograph of me?
John (Encouragingly): I don’t see how I could
fail to.
Anita (suddenly dispirited again): No, it’ll still be dull.
John:
How could it be?
Anita: Because I just remembered that my bra is
even duller than my
blouse.
John (smiling warmly at her): We’ll think of something.
(curtain)
