STEVE: Um ... honey?
NATASHA: Yeah darling?
S: Things have been ... rough ... for me lately.
N: (PAUSE) I'm sorry honey.
S: I - I think I'm having a midlife crisis.
N: (SCOFF) Steve, you're still young. You're in your twenties. You can't be having a midlife crisis.
S: I can if I die when I'm fifty.
(Music swells. Curtain)