"The Script"
(A couple is walking and holding hands, after just exiting a movie theater. Perhaps one of them is holding a half empty popcorn or candy container.)
Guy: I think we watch movies to try and figure out how to have meaningful conversations.
Girl: (disinterested and non-committal, sort of “keep talking” response) …huh.
Guy: But no one ever catches on, you know? I could never walk up to anyone and say "I wish I didn’t love you so much," and get a meaningful response. At most I would get a “I wish you didn’t either, you creepy bastard.”
Girl: You might be right. It’s almost like a musical and when you start singing no one else knows the words or the choreography, or that you’re even supposed to be in a musical.
Guy: Exactly! No one has the script.
Girl: Wow, that’s really… I really like that, a lot. I’m impressed.
Guy: Thanks.
Girl: (removes her hand from his, stops walking and steps in front of Guy, looking up into his eyes) ...I wish I didn’t love you so much.
Guy: Fuck you.