Alan: Oops!

Yin: What are you doing?  Those bowls are very delicate!  You’re ruining them! Not to mention they’re for our next dance. 

Alan: Oh honey, don’t get mad!  It was just an accident!  And come on, I know that there are still plenty of bowls left.  It’s not like we’ll run out.

Yin: Well, stop making fun of the dance.  You look horrible, but you know that it’s my favorite.  Sometimes you’re just so insensitive! I cook for you, clean the house, do the gardening.  Look at the lawn! It’s gorgeous! All the neighbors are jealous of it. And I’m the one taking care of our son. I even drive him to all of his after school classes!  And what do you do?  Just sit on your butt all day, either reading the newspaper or checking on stock prices… and now look. You broke my favorite china! You know what? I can’t take this anymore! [Gets really worked up with anger, slightly shaking]

Yin is irate and stomps away. 

Alan:	Honey?  Huh?  Where are you going?

Yin continues to ignore Alan, and walks off stage.  
Alan turns to the audience, looking distressed.

Alan:	Sigh, well our next dance is the Mongolian dance and will feature dancers who are much more elegant with these bowls than I am.  I hope my wife won’t stay mad at me too long!

[Glances towards Yin’s exit]  Let me try to talk to her—I’ll see everyone after this next performance.  

Alan heads to where Yin left.