| Steven: | But not at two feet. |
| Kate: | Two feet? I count one. |
| Steven: | You – |
| Kate: | One! |
| Steven: | You – |
| Kate: | Benson and Hedges under eight dollars! L to the E to the museum. No, F. |
| Steven: | So – specific – |
| Kate: | I’ve kept you counting, now we’re at one. Breathe it or believe it. There’s passion in this one. There’s walking with this little one. |
| Steven: | Don’t spoil the one. There’s nothing less than one. |
| Kate: | I believe it. Flotsam proportion. |
| Steven: | Spying at you through your living room windows. |
| Kate: | My Blue. |
| Steven: | But was it the chair? |
| Kate: | No – it was the waiting. |
| They sing together. | |
| Kate and Stevens: | Black boy, black boy, don’t you lie to me. Where did you stay last night? In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines. I shivered the whole night through. |
| Black. | |
