Henry: why are you here?
Jessica: because you asked me to be
Henry: I’m slipping
Jessica: don’t be over the top
Henry: I’m slipping
he falls to the floor
Jessica: Henry, you can’t go on like this! Falling, slipping, writhing around on the floor. You’re a mess. You’re a liability. You’re a damn fool.
Henry: Jessica I’m really slipping. On some kind of quicksand.
Jessica: We’ve just had the floors redone. Are you – Are we?
Henry: I feel weak. Like my feet aren’t my own any more
Jessica: Your feet have disappeared
Henry: I told you
Jessica: Your legs have disappeared
Henry: (screaming at the top of his voice) It’s quicksand Jessica, quicksand!
Jessica: stay calm.