I would like to know that you have problems.
SEBASTIAN: Everyone has problems.
KIP (Offering an example): I hate teeth.
BERNADETTE: I would like to know something—terrible. About you.
SEBASTIAN: Why?
BERNADETTE: It would make me feel better.
SEBASTIAN: You’re insane.
KIP: She hasn’t eaten.
BERNADETTE: You asked me what I wanted and I told you. It would mean a great deal to me. Please. Please, Sebastian, tell me something sad. Tell me something all painful and pitiful and embarrassing. I don’t care what it is. I don’t! Anything. As long as it’s grim and pathetic.
SEBASTIAN (Uncomfortable): I’m late now.
BERNADETTE: I’m begging. Is that what it takes? I’m begging you, tell me something awful about your life. Please.
SEBASTIAN (Stoic): I’m forty-five thousand dollars in debt. I haven’t sold anything since that Vanity Fair piece you disparaged. I live entirely off of credit cards. I charge my rent and my food and I pay the minimum on one card with a cash advance from another. I haven’t had sex in eleven years. I haven’t held or kissed or cared for anyone, in anything but the most superficial way, in so long that I no longer know if I know how.
(There is a long pause.)
BERNADETTE: It was wonderful to see you!
(Bernadette, quite at peace, stands and kisses Sebastian on the cheek. She extends her hand to Kip, who stands and takes it.)
SEBASTIAN (Bewildered): Thank you.
BERNADETTE: Tragedy brings us together. We mustn’t wait so long next time.
KIP: It was nice meeting you. Again.
SEBASTIAN: Likewise.
(Kip and Bernadette exit. Sebastian stands alone.)
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