SAL.: Because they scratch me, George--
GEO.: And you always fog them up. You get my glasses all fogged up. And that's not all.
SAL.: Did it have to end this way? (A crunch of breaking glass. Silence.)
GEO.: I found my glasses. (Silence.)
SAL.: Are they broken, George?
GEO.: Yes. Let's go.
SAL.: George, don't be angry. (Silence.)
GEO.: Me? Angry? (Silence. They get up and start to go.)
GEO.: Sally, there's one question I want to ask you.
SAL.: Yes, George?
GEO.: Do you think your roommate is busy next weekend?