Juliet: I thought you were going to take out the trash.
Romeo: It’s your turn for the trash, my week to bag the recyclables. Look at the chore wheel on the fridge, for Chrissakes.
Little Tybalt (looking up from his Legos): Mommy, Daddy swore!
Romeo: A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents to be the best husband and father, I’m sorry, Little Tybalt. It’s just that Mommy and Daddy have been through a lot.
Juliet: I’ll say. There was a plague on both our houses.
Little Tybalt: Hunh? What’s Mom talking about?
Juliet: Never mind. Why don’t you go play Wii?
(Little Tybalt takes his Legos and sulks off)
Juliet (reminiscing while drying the Ikea china): Remember how in love we were?
Romeo: Do I! It seemed to me you were a rich jewel upon the cheek of night.
Juliet: It seemed to me that parting was such sweet sorrow, and now I can’t wait for girl’s night out.
Romeo (slapping his palm to his forehead): O woe!
Juliet: What is it, honey?
Romeo: I forgot to take out the clothes from the washer. They’ll be all mildewy.
Juliet: Again? Didn’t I tell you not to forget to take them out of the washer? Little Tybalt’s gym clothes were in there and he needs them for gymnastics tomorrow. O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day that ever, ever I did yet behold O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this. O woeful day! O woeful day!
Romeo: Is there no pity sitting in the clouds that sees into the bottom of my grief? I’ll rewash them.
Juliet (collecting herself): Good. I’m going to go upstairs and read. You coming up?
Romeo: No, I’m going to watch ESPN and probably fall asleep on the couch.
Juliet: Well then, goodnight, hon. (Romeo gives her a chaste, long-married peck on the cheek. She returns the affection with a non-lingering rather limp hug.)
Romeo: We're so lucky.
Juliet: Aren't we?