Scene: Evening at Casa Bix. Esteban and Weetabix are watching a television show where a character has discovered that she has begun menopause.)
Esteban: I’ll endeavor to be really understanding of you when you go through menopause, baby.
Weetabix: What? Why?
Esteban: I’ I don’t know. I just thought that I would’ um’ I don’t know.
Weetabix: I guess I’ve never really thought about it. I guess it never really occurred to me that I’d eventually go through menopause. I’ve been in denial about the whole thing’. Oh my God.
Esteban: (mumbling to himself) I knew that I shouldn’t have said anything. I even stopped before I said anything to say it in my brain and I thought ‘No, there isn’t anything wrong with that.’ But I knew it was dumb. I knew it. Bad’ bad’ forget it.
Weetabix: I mean, oh my god. That’s like ten years away and’ and’ oh my god!
Esteban: See’ I tried to stop myself but it was like running off a cliff’ you can’t unleap. Can’t unleap.
Weetabix: Wow.
Esteban: Um’ now that I’ve totally just brought our pleasant evening to a screeching halt’ I love you, honey.
Weetabix: I love you too.
Esteban: Phew. I was worried.
Weetabix: You’re silly. (a VW bug commercial comes on) Ooooooh’. The commercial!
Esteban: Oh god. You fixate on the strangest things.
Weetabix: This isn’t the good one though, the one for the convertible with the Blue Skies song. But this is still very good.
Esteban: That was just a Mitel phone. (referring to a square black phone that flashed on the screen for a second)
Weetabix: You’re such a technodweeb. A cute one, though.
Esteban: What?! I’m just saying. That was a Mitel.
Weetabix: I could see myself driving a VW Bug. The silver ones are cute.
Esteban: Actually, there’s not that much price difference between a Bug and your Lincoln LS.
Weetabix: REALLY?! You’re kidding.
Esteban: Well’ new versus used, of course.
Weetabix: Actually, I think a VW is on the short list of cars I’d be interested in, maybe a Passat, but the LS is on the top. I can’t really see myself in a Bug now’ maybe when I was twenty-five or something.
Esteban: But you’re twenty-five’ Aren’t you, honey’?
Weetabix: (says nothing)
Esteban: I mean, you’re just’ I mean’ you’re not old or anything’ you’re so young and perky and’ um’ youthful.
Weetabix: Well, I’m apparently old enough to be thinking about fricking menopause.
Esteban: (mumbling to himself) See’ shouldn’t have said anything again. It was too soon’ I knew that’ too soon. Should have just let it go but no’. there was this cliff, you see, and it was too soon… and I was just running toward it and it seemed like a good idea at the time’
