INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Tom and Wanda in bed in pajamas, reading, both with glasses. Tom's book is in his lap, Wanda peruses a Hawaiian Islands travel brochure. Curtains closed across window above bed headboard. Lamps, phones, eyeglass cases on their respective nightstands. Clock on Wanda’s, TV remote on Tom’s.
WANDA: Should we do a luau?
TOM: Well hon’, what is it they say about when in Rome?
WANDA: Do as the Romans do.
TOM: Heck, I’m halfway thinkin’ about takin’ a surfin’ lesson.
WANDA: That's some halfway thinking alright.
TOM: You think this ol' dog ain't got another trick left?
WANDA: I’d pay to see it.
TOM: Won’t have to. Got ‘em down the beach from our hotel. You just pull up under an umbrella with your Mai Tai, stick your toes in the sand, and watch me hang ten.
Wanda shakes her head, turns page.
WANDA: Maybe I’ll learn the hula dance.
TOM: You’ll find me front and center for that.
Lull.
TOM: So whaddya suppose the chances are we’ll get lei’d while we’re there?
Wide-eyed Wanda looks at Tom.
WANDA: Thomas Travis Walker. My goodness gracious.
Tom looks at her, deadpan.
TOM: What? Ain’t that what they call them flower necklaces they give ya when ya get off the plane? A lei?
Wanda shakes her head. Tom smiles.
WANDA: Yes. A lei. Although I think it’s technically a wreath or garland, and I don't think our airline does that.
TOM; Oh.
WANDA: But I have a very strong feeling we’ll get lei’d when we get to our hotel.
He looks at her, she looks at him. Smiles. They put their books on their nightstands glasses in their cases, turn off their lamps at the same time.
BLACK. BED SPRINGS SQUEAK.
