In the Stewarts' living room. It is a few days before Marilyn and Richard's fifth wedding anniversary. Richard hands Marilyn a bouquet of roses.
Marilyn:	What's this for?
Richard:	Just because. How's the baby?
Marilyn:	Fast asleep.
Richard:	I'm sorry I missed him. I had to work late.
Marilyn:	What are the flowers for, Richard?
Richard:	Five years of happiness. Happy anniversary. [They kiss.]
Marilyn:	But our anniversary isn't until Saturday.
Richard:	I couldn't wait. Besides, we are not going to be here Saturday.
Marilyn:	We are not?
Richard:	Uh-uh.
Marilyn:	Where are we going to be?
Richard:	If you had your choice of all the places in the world, where would you choose to spend our anniversary?
Marilyn:	The Watermill Inn. I loved that place when we went on our honeymoon.
Richard:	Perfect! You picked the right place.
Marilyn:	I don't understand.
Richard:	You and I, Mrs. Stewart, are going to spend a second honeymoon at the Watermill Inn.
Marilyn:	Oh, Richard! That's wonderful, but -
Richard:	No buts.
Marilyn:	What about the baby? Aren't we taking the baby on our honeymoon?
Richard:	Absolutely not. The world's greatest grandmother, Mrs. Ellen Stewart, has agreed to take care of him for the weekend.
Marilyn:	Richard, isn't that too much to ask of your mother?
Richard:	Too much? She loves taking care of Max.
Marilyn:	But ... I'll miss him.
Richard:	Well, we'll phone every hour, and you can listen to him over the phone. Come on, Mar. It's time you and I had a romantic weekend alone together. We've earned it. What do you say?
Marilyn:	It does sound tempting. You're right. We've earned it.
Richard:	Great! I'll make a reservation right now. Remember that wonderful little balcony where we had our meals ... with a view of the Hudson River?
Marilyn:	How could I forget?
Richard:	[He goes to the telephone.] Hello. Is Mrs. Montefiore there? Ah. [to Marilyn] She's out. [to the room clerk on the telephone] Yes. This is Richard Stewart. My wife and I spent our honeymoon at the inn. No, we didn't leave anything in the room. It was five years ago. We'd like to make a reservation for this weekend. Yes, a double room, please. What? Are you sure? But. ... OK. [to Marilyn] Nothing available. [to clerk] Wait! Don't hang up! Can you recommend someplace nice—someplace nearby? Uh—hold it. [Marilyn gives him a pencil.] Old Country Inn? [He writes.] Right. And the phone number? 555-2420. Thank you. [He hangs up the phone.] He says there's another inn just half a mile down the road from the Watermill. It won't be the same, but what do you say?
Marilyn:	Well ...
Richard:	My mom is available to baby-sit this weekend.
Marilyn:	Well, OK. See if they have a room.
Richard:	Right! [He dials again.] Hello. Is this the Old Country Inn? Yes. This is Richard Stewart. The desk clerk at the Watermill suggested your inn. Would you happen to have a room for two available this weekend? Something really nice. My wife and I are celebrating our fifth anniversary. Yes. I'll hold. [to Marilyn] He's checking. [to the clerk] You do? Great! What is the daily rate? That's fine. Thank you. Yes, we'll be arriving by car about ten o'clock Friday night. Stewart. S-t-e-w-a-r-t. Thank you. [He hangs up the phone.] Done! You and I, Mrs. Stewart, are going to have a wonderful, romantic weekend! [They kiss. Just then, the baby cries from the other room.]
Marilyn:	Richard, that's the baby.