from SCRUB
Dinner Party. Judith (no Barry) goes to her ‘bourgeois’ friend’s for a Valentine Day’s supper so she can meet the new boyfriend. She arrives late, spills wine on the table cloth (increasingly clumsy these days), warbles on about Barry, and over the ruined paella announces she is not defined by being by a substitute schoolteacher, but is a writer. “Have you written anything I might have read?” asks the asshole boyfriend, politely ignoring the marks Barry has left on her.
Golden Age. Barry has taken to watching a lot of television. Brought home a big twenty-four-inch set. It’s on all the time now, with the volume muted when they sleep. He prefers to watch alone, flicking the dials back and forth. Never happier than when watching an old movie. Otherwise it’s back and forth, back and forth. He orders her to bed and stares at the screen in the darkness.