The Blow up

-(woman) Whoo! -(man) Oh yeah! I love life and I love you! -I wanna have sex! -Are you sure? Uh-huh. -You're really drunk. -(groans) Hello? Oh...how adorable! Alright, here we go. Here we go. (birds chirping) -Mmmm. -Hey, there she is! -I'm making breakfast! -Oh, wow. Last night was crazy, huh? -Heh. Yeah, you got pretty plastered! -(laughs) So...how was it? How was what? The sex! You big goof. Oh, right, no. We didn't have sex. You were passed out! -I just tucked you in! -What? You mean I was unconscious and you didn't *** me? -Of course not. -(scoffs) All we did all day yesterday was talk about having sex, did we not? -Well, yeah, but-- -But nothing! I can't believe this! This explains so much. What are you talking about? You're being crazy! Your girlfriend was unconscious, completely at your disposal to do anything, which is the greatest expression of full trust and control, and you didn't do it. -You don't love me. -Of course I do! I love you! -Mmmm. Then prove it. -Okay, how? -Knock me out. -Oh, come on! Knock me out and *** me! Then at least I'll know the truth. This is insane! -See? You don't love me. -Yes, I do! Then do it! What are you, like, a ***?! Are you gaaaay? -Do it! -NO! Knock me out, *** me! -Don't you love me?! -YES! Then do it! Prove to me! Show me that you love me. Knock me out! Do it! Do it! Prove it to me! Right now! Do it! Do it! Do it! -FINE! -Do it! -(screams) -(pan twangs) (breaths heavily) What the hell am I doing?! I'm outta here.