Untitled by Kevin Smith

[A stares at B, B stares out window for considerable length of time]
A: Oh my god…
B: [Continues to stare out window]
A: [Inhales shakily]
B: [Slowly turns head from window and makes eye contact with A]
A: Ok, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, seriously.
B: [Breathing gets heavier]
A: You… [Flicks what may have been a tear from his eye, blinks a few times]
B: Hey, man, I’m sorry, ok? Accidents happen.
A: [Takes a step towards B, stops, looks at B for a moment, slowly turns and walks out of the room]
B: [Exhales audibly, mutters:] Fuckin’ eejit… [Glances at window, shakes head lightly and sits down. Sips away at mug of coffee for a while. Suddenly there is a shout, sound of smashing glass followed by more distant thump. B starts] What the fuck! Oh mother of god… [Runs from room, livid. Voices can be heard off-stage, more slightly muffled but distinguishable] What the HELL did you do? What the… You fuckin’… [Short pause] What’s wrong with you?
A: I think, I, I…
B: What, man? [Pause] Oh, fucking Christ. [Yells] Are you ok? Hang on, I’m coming down! [not shouting] Stay here, and ring the bloody ambulance.
[Sounds of slamming door and feet running downstairs. As this sound grows more distant, sounds of sobbing can just be made out.]