A restaurant. A man and a woman at a table, having dinner and discussing a play they had just seen.
Woman: There aren’t any nuances about, “Take the garbage out.” For a woman that says I love you.
Man: I’m married to you, I understand that.
Woman: This isn’t about us. I live with you. I feel what you’re saying.
Man: We have our language.
Woman: The woman in the play didn’t know what that meant. She was waiting for someone to interpret things.
Man: She didn’t understand without speaking. Body language, looks, it was all there.
Woman: Subtlety evaded her.
Man: You and I live in the sub-text. It’s fun.
Woman: Except when you forget to take out the garbage.