It's late. David and Dorian are in Dorian's bedroom. Dorian is sitting up in the bed and David is standing at the door with a glass of water in his hands. He moves toward the bed, trips over his shoes in the middle of the floor and drops the glass. It shatters. Dorian jumps.

David: Oops. Sorry. I guess you were right about leaving my shoes in the middle of the floor. (Notices Dorian is shaking) Hey, it's okay. It's just a broken glass.

Dorian: I know. You just scared me.

David: You sure have been jumpy the last few days. Come to think of it, it started when Jack and Starr started seeing Todd. Did he threaten you?

Dorian: What? No! I'm just worried about Adriana, that's all. And with all this work I'm doing at the hospital, I'm just tired.

David: You're sure that's all?

Dorian: Yes. You haven't seen anything strange recently, have you? Gotten any weird phone calls?

David: No, why?

Dorian: Just curious. (lying) I just thought Antonio might be trying to scare us into telling the truth.

David: The only scary thing about Antonio is his hair.

Dorian (laughs): David. (changing subject) Are you going to clean up the glass or do I have to get out of this warm, cozy bed and do it?

David: If the bed is warm and cozy, I'll just leave the glass until morning and climb in there with you.

Dorian: David.

David: Oh, all right. I'll clean up my mess.

Dorian: Thank you. And since you are still up, how about getting me something to eat?

David: Are you sure that's a good idea?

Dorian: What's that supposed to mean?

David: Nothing, it's just that you have been putting on a little weight recently. Not that I mind. There's just more of you to love. But you're starting to look like you have a beer belly or something. I know how much you love all those clothes you have. It'd be a shame if they didn't fit anymore.

Dorian: First of all, I don't drink beer. Come to think of it, I've barely had any alcohol in months. Second of all, I've given birth to two children. So I'm entitled to put on a little...

David (interrupting): One.

Dorian: What?

David: You given birth to one child. Are you starting to believe your own lies?

Dorian: Huh? No, of course not. It's just easier to sell the lie if you live the lie.

David: You sure know how to turn a man on. (He pounces on top of her)

Dorian: Stop it. You can't call me fat and then just pretend like it never happened.

David: I never called you fat. I just said you'd put on a little weight.

Dorian: First you complain for weeks that I'm not eating enough. Then I finally feel like eating again and you say I have a beer belly.

David: Okay, I'm sorry. You don't have a beer belly. More like an ice cream belly.

Dorian: David!

David: I'm just teasing. I promise never again to bring up the subject of your weight.

Dorian: You better not. Now speaking of ice cream, how about you getting me some?

David: After all this you still want to eat ice cream?

Dorian (seductively): Who said anything about eating it?

David: I like your style.