The Fly

[We hereby interrupt the favorite things broadcast to bring you this replay of a recent event...Dialog and events remain the same, names have been changed to protect the innocent.]

INT. BEDROOM - 1:45 a.m.

HUSBAND and WIFE are lying in bed. Wife moans,
tossing and turning in the bed. Husband sighs.

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WIFE
I'm going to turn on the light and kill that damn fly.

HUSBAND
(discouraged)
You'll never find it.

The light comes on and we see Wife armed with a purple flyswatter.

WIFE
Wait for it, wait for it wait for it.....
..... There! It's on the lightbulb.

She swats in vain but she can't reach it. She gives him the flyswatter.

WIFE (CONT'D)
(emphatically)
Get it! I don't care if we break the bulb.

He perches precariously on tiptoe on the end of the bed, in the nude.

SWAT.

The fly is on the floor. She grabs the swatter.

SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT.

The lights dim.

FAINT BUZZ continues for 20 minutes.