The sun is shining outside. It beams through the lone window in the apartment. Diffused by the drapes, shadows move and dance along the tattered wallpaper on the opposite wall. The tinny sounds of pop music waft through the room. [Move this sound via various panning methods.]
A: I only hope that when I am about to die. // I will still use the toilet.
Both take sips of coffee. Clanks of saucers and cups.
A: And courteous. // Powerful. And persistent.
B: Until the very end.
A: Until death.
The two look at each other, take a sip of their coffee, and smile. Waiting.