MRS. DENTON
Darling, I wish you wouldn’t smoke.
PAUL
Mother, I’m sorry, but I need a cigarette. Badly.
MRS. DENTON
You know, your father and I first came here seventeen years ago on our fifth anniversary. It was in December and it was snowing. We would order these.
PAUL
Are you okay, mom?
MRS. DENTON
I wonder what happened to Richard tonight.

