An excerpt from

“OUT OF THERAPY”
by Bruce Kane

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“OUT OF THERAPY”
by Bruce Kane

(Greg and Tanya enter carrying drinks and laughing gaily.)

GREG: How long have we known each other?

TANYA: I don't know... Three, four hours.

GREG: I feel I've known you all my life.

TANYA: Isn't that funny? I was just thinking the same thing.

GREG: There are some people you know all your life and...

TANYA: You never really know them.

GREG: Exactly.

TANYA: My first husband was like that.

GREG: I knew it.

TANYA: Knew what?

GREG: That you'd been married before.

TANYA: You did? How?

GREG: I just knew.

TANYA: You're divorced, aren't you?

GREG: Two years.

TANYA: I knew it the first time I saw you.

GREG: Talk about simpatico.

TANYA: Was your first wife communicative?

GREG: Silent as a tomb.

TANYA: My ex was the same way.

GREG: That's why the marriage failed.

TANYA: To be honest, I wasn't a very open person myself.

GREG: I never would have guessed.

TANYA: It was only through therapy..
.
GREG: That you learned to say what you felt.

TANYA: You too?

GREG: Me too.

TANYA: Somehow I knew that.

GREG: I went into therapy a tightly closed bud and emerged an open flower reaching for the light.

TANYA: That's beautiful.

GREG: I've come to learn that only through complete and open communication can two people have any hope for a deep and lasting relationship.

TANYA: As long as that communication isn't one sided.
GREG: Both people must be able to freely express their thoughts, their needs, their desires...

TANYA: But it must be an honest expression of those needs and desires. No game playing.

GREG: You're a find, if you don't mind my saying so.

TANYA: Not at all.

GREG: Since my divorce, I've dated many women. They seem so protective.

TANYA: Defensive...

GREG: Afraid to say what they want.

TANYA: What they need. It's the same with men.

GREG: I don't mean to sound presumptuous, but I think you and have...

TANYA: A real future together?

GREG: You took the words right out of my mouth.

TANYA: You're an open book.

GREG: Coming from someone as forthright as yourself, that's a real compliment. The truth is I'm not as open as I'd like to be.

TANYA: I feel complimented that you can reveal that to me.

GREG: You see... I want to...

TANYA: The answer is yes.

GREG: But I haven't even asked the question.

TANYA: You want to have sex with me.

GREG: When it comes to open lines of communication, you could write the book.

TANYA: Don't be silly, I was thinking the same thing.

GREG: Actually, I've been thinking it...

TANYA” Since you bought me that second martini.

GREG: My God, are we on the same wave length or what?

TANYA: It's nothing magical really. We're just two open people who refuse to beat around the bush.

GREG: I could kiss you.

TANYA: Why don't you?

GREG: Exactly... Why don't I?

(They kiss)

GREG: I don't know why I was so afraid to even broach the subject of sex. I knew you were going to say "yes."

(Tanya looks up slowly. Her whole demeanor changes from rosy openness to testy and defensive)

TANYA: You did?

GREG: There was no question about it? This is amazing.

TANYA: Yes... Isn't it?

GREG: Oh, I'm never going to let you go.

TANYA: You knew I was going to say "yes"?

GREG: Absolutely.

TANYA: I could've said "no."

GREG: Not a chance. Waiter... Another martini for the lady. No olive this time.

TANYA: How did you know I..?

GREG: Didn't want an olive?

TANYA: I see... The same way you knew I'd say...

GREG: We have something very special here. There is nothing I would not be afraid to tell you. There are things I want to tell you. That I'm dying to tell you. Things I've never told anyone in my entire life.

TANYA: You knew I'd say "yes"?

(The play continues)