Anthony      Oh. Well, in that case – Yes. For about six months now. I broke up with someone over the summer.

Mickey      Who was he?

Anthony      His name was Nigel. He was Australian, a dancer. We were together for quite some time … and then he went.

Mickey (drily)      Suicide?

Anthony      No. He just moved on … To a woman, in fact.

Mickey (smiling, intrigued)      Really?

Anthony      Yes, I thought you’d like that.

Mickey      A woman. Wow … You drove him straight…!

He has a good laugh over this.

Anthony      I’m so pleased to have amused you. You’re such a confidence booster – they should hire you out.

Mickey      Well, be fair. You have to admit it’s funny.

Anthony      Actually, no. It was extremely un-funny. I liked him a lot.

A brief pause. They drink.

… And what about you? Turned any women lesbian this month?

Mickey      … Not this month.

The phone rings. Mickey grabs it.

Mickey      Yes? … Right, okay. (Puts the phone down.) She’s on her way up.

Anthony      How is she?

Mickey      The porter’s carrying her.

We hear Judy from the corridor.

Judy (offstage)      Hey – put me down … I said – put me down, you idiot!

The hotel Porter walks into the room, carrying Judy in his arms. She looks wretched. There is a large graze on her forehead, red and bloodied. Anthony rushes forward.

Anthony      Oh my God, your head! What happened?

Judy      What are you asking me for? How the hell would I know! (To the Porter.) Put me down!

(To the others.) I think he’s hanging on to me till he gets a tip.

Anthony      grabs some coins from his pocket and gives them to the Porter, who unceremoniously dumps Judy down onto the sofa.

Anthony      Thank you. I’ll get something for that graze.

He goes back into the bathroom as the Porter exits.

Mickey      Where the hell have you been?

Judy      Don’t you raise your voice to me!

Mickey      I wasn’t!

Judy      I know, I’m just warning you not to! I’m entitled to go out on my own sometimes, you know. I am a card-carrying adult – alright!

Mickey      You’re drunk as hell.

Judy      That’s right. And I love it. You should try it too, Mickey. People might like you more.

Mickey      Oh, why don’t you fuck off.

Judy      Hey – I’m Judy Garland – you show me some respect!

Mickey      And I’m your fiancé. So why don’t you start to fucking earn it!

She grabs the bowl of fruit and hurls it across the room at him. It misses him and smashes against the wall, the fruit flying everywhere. Anthony enters, managing to avoid the tumbling fruit.

Anthony      I found some antiseptic.

Mickey      When you’re done, hide it, or she’ll try and drink it.

Judy      Oh – suck my dick!

Anthony      Judy – I need to bathe that wound.

Judy      What?

Anthony      You have a nasty graze on your forehead.