WOMAN: Yes. (tries to speak sadly) Dear friend! (hitches up the bra strap that has just slid off her shoulder)
DIRECTOR: No, you’re not getting the mournful look. And how can you when your front’s open almost down to your waist, and your legs are on view up to… Well, I’d best not say up to where. How did you wind up here dressed like this?
WOMAN: The thing is, when I got the call to come here, I was… How can I put it?.. At a small party.
DIRECTOR: And you, of course, got a little bombed there.
WOMAN: A little.
DIRECTOR: And you were apparently so rushed, you left some of your clothes behind.
WOMAN: That’s not funny.
DIRECTOR: It’s very sad. But then you tried to assure me that you were late because you were very busy.
WOMAN: I’m entitled to have fun now and then. How did I know I was going to get an urgent call?
DIRECTOR: (gives WOMAN another critical once-over) There’ll be no extracting the correct intonation from you like this.
WOMAN: I’ve got the costume downstairs, in the car. Maybe I should go and do a quick change?
DIRECTOR: Wait, let me think… (eyes WOMAN closely) You still look… pretty good… And without clothes probably even better than fully dressed… Yes, perhaps we’ll shoot you without clothes.
WOMAN: On television?
DIRECTOR: No, first we’ll take your clothes off. And then we’ll tape you without them.
WOMAN: I don’t understand. You want me to perform in the nude?
DIRECTOR: Do you call this dressed?
WOMAN: (frightened) But I can’t appear in public without a stitch on.
DIRECTOR: Why not? First, you’ll look more decent that way than you do half-naked. Secondly, it’s just not a show these days unless somebody’s in the buff.
WOMAN: (frightened) You seriously want to undress me?
DIRECTOR: I can undress you frivolously, if you want.
WOMAN: But so many people will see me!
DIRECTOR: At worst they’ll get a kick out of our show.
MAN: And what’s the motivation going to be?
DIRECTOR: (surprised that MAN has butted in) Actually, that’s my concern, not yours. Still, the motivation’s obvious: a woman’s gone out of her mind with suffering, and she’s thinking not about decency but only about her grief. She collapses onto the coffin in despair. Only her long, flowing hair covers her nudity, like Lady Godiva…
WOMAN: My hair’s not long enough to cover my… you know… my nudity.