short play about love
Juliet has been having an affair with another man. It is almost four a.m. when she returns home. She has decided she can no longer continue sleeping with both Romeo and the other man. Romeo is standing in the hallway outside their bedroom door at the top of the stairs that overlooks the grand foyer below, when Juliet enters.
Scene One:
ROMEO:
– Where the fuck have you been?
JULIET:
– Since when does it matter to you?
ROMEO:
– It’s four in the morning, for chrissakes!
JULIET:
– Then you should be in bed instead of giving me grief, don’t you think?
ROMEO:
– I’m getting pretty sick of your bullshit, Juliet. Pretty sick indeed!
JULIET:
– Well too bad!
Ya know, my father was right about you, you’re an asshole just like the rest of ‘em. I should have known you’d turn into a lazy, impotent S.O.B. with no manners and insufferable body odor. I mean, have you taken a whiff of yourself lately?
I don’t know why I never realized this before but I don’t love you anymore, Romeo. I’m not even sure I ever really did. I’m going home to father’s and you can go straight to hell.
ROMEO:
– Nice talk, Juliet, real nice. Well go ahead, run back to daddy, see if I care. I never thought much of you anyway. Better yet, why don’t you run back to that piece-a-shit you’ve been screwing behind my back, YOU BITCH!
JULIET:
– AT LEAST HE BATHES ONCE IN A WHILE!
FRONT DOOR:
SLAM!
BEDROOM DOOR:
SLAM!
And they lived happily ever after
The End.
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