Setting: A restaurant table.
(Lights up. Binky is leaning far forward, whispering to Yvonne, who is leaning far forward to hear)
Yvonne: (pulling back in shock) What?! (she slaps Binky hard)
Binky: Oww! Damnit! (he slaps Yvonne)
Y: (holding her cheek) Why! Of all the unmitigated gall!
B: Of all... hey, wait, that's exactly what I was going to say... unmitigated gall.
B: Yeah, totally the same thing!
Y: Oh, that's so sweet!
B: We have so much in common, Yvonne.
Y: I know. I love you, Binky.
B: I love you too, sweetie.
Y: Unmitigated gall.
B: What a great phrase.
B: What's it mean?
Y: Something about gall.
B: Yeah... yeah... I think you're right.
Y: Apparently, it has nothing to do with France.
B: No, they're are a lot of other things that are unmitigated too.
Y: Sure... (pause)
B: Like... (pause)
Y: Ummm... (pause)
Y: Right! Spain!
B: Totally unmitigated.
Y: Yeah, full of unmitigation.
B: Or unmitigato, as the Spanish say.
Y: Yes, yes, I bet they do.
B: Unmitigati, in the Italian.
Y: Yes, speaking of Italians, didn't Moses free the Unmitigites?
B: I believe he did; yes.
Y: They wandered the shopping district for forty hours... something like that.
B: He parted the Debt Sea.
Y: Yes... the Debt Sea.
B: Speaking of parting things... (leaning forward, crooking his finger, Yvonne leans to him, he whispers into her ear)
Y: (pulling back in shock) What?! (she slaps Binky hard)
(Binky slaps her back, slight pause, they each put their hand to their face, a small laugh from each)
Y: (nodding) Gall? (Binky nods too)
(they give love-filled sighs and stare into each other's eyes deeply)
(lights fade out)
Domo unmitigato, Mr. Roboto.
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