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[abigqueen]

ARTHUR and PERRY are sitting in their living room, on the couch and an armchair respectively. They’re both reading-ARTHUR the paper, and PERRY a mystery novel. ARTHUR glances up, apropos of nothing, and speaks.

ARTHUR: Would you marry me, if you could?

PERRY: Are you kidding, Artie? They'd never let us. They hate us.

ARTHUR: I know. But if we could, someday--

PERRY: (softens and gives a slightly silly smile) In a heartbeat.

ARTHUR: (smiles back) Okay.

(Satisfied, ARTHUR returns to reading. PERRY starts to, but then looks thoughtful for a little while.)

PERRY: (suddenly) They couldn't stop vows and rings, could they?

(ARTHUR is not really paying attention)

ARTHUR: Mm. Probably not.

PERRY: H’m.

(He goes back to his book, but again only for a few minutes. Finally, he puts it down.)

Hey, Arthur?

ARTHUR: Yeah, honey?

PERRY: Would you marry me?

ARTHUR: Of course I would, if I could.

PERRY: No-- That's not what I mean.

(He gets down on his knees in front of ARTHUR and takes his hand.)

Arthur Pape, would you marry me?

ARTHUR: Yes. I'd love to. I love you. Are you being funny?

PERRY: Do I look funny? --Don't answer that. Just marry me.

ARTHUR: I said yes. I meant yes.

PERRY: Good.

(They kiss. Lights fade. End of scene.)