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START: Prudence: Hello.

Bruce: Hello.

Prudence: (referring to a newspaper in her hand--The New York Review of Books): Are you the white male, thirty to thirty-five, 6�1�, blue eyes, who’s into rock music, movies, jogging, and quiet evenings at home?

Bruce: Yes, I am.

[... ... ...]

END: Prudence: You’re not rejecting me, buddy. I’m rejecting you. You’re a real first-class idiot.

Bruce: And you’re a castrating, frigid b*^&%!

(She throws a glass of water in his face; he throws water back in her face. They sit there for a moment, spent of anger, wet.)

Prudence: Absolutely nothing seems to get that waiter’s attention, does it?

(Bruce shakes his head no. They sit there, sadly.)

Durang, Christopher, “Beyond Therapy,� Christopher Durang Explains It All For You: 6 Plays, Grove Press, 1983, pp.