Marcus: Why? Why, Helen?
Helen: Why did I marry John?
Marcus: Is it a pity thing? Is he sick?
Helen:....
Marcus:: Dammit, he’s holding you against your will, isn’t he? If he is holding you against your will, blink twice. [blows air into Helen’s face] Blink twice.
Helen: [doesn’t blink]
Marcus: Are you tired of getting turned on? Hm? You have a brooding fetish?
Helen: [starts walking away]
Marcus: [yells after Helen] Is he huge?
Helen: ...
Marcus: I’m sorry, let me rephrase that.
Helen: [leaves the room]
Marcus: Is he huge?

















