Late Friday night. It is raining. The hotel clerk shows Marilyn and Richard to their room at the Old Country Inn.
Clerk:	Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. Well, it's small, but clean.
Richard:	Clean? You call this clean?
Clerk:	Have a nice stay. [He leaves.]
Richard:	Thank you. [to Marilyn] I don't believe this. Well, it isn't the Watermill Inn, but let's get a look at the view. [He opens the shutters.]
Marilyn:	How is the view?
Richard:	Great, if you enjoy looking at a parking lot.
Marilyn:	Well, maybe we'll see the view in the morning. Right now, we should clean up this room. [They begin to clean the room.]
Richard:	Sorry, Marilyn.
Marilyn:	Why should you be sorry?
Richard:	Well, the rain, the room, the view of the parking lot. It isn't the way I hoped it would be.
Marilyn:	Stop blaming yourself. After all, we're here, we're alone, we're together. And I love you. Isn't that enough?
Richard:	It is for me, but I wanted this weekend to be special for you.
Marilyn:	It is special. Happy anniversary. [She kisses him.]
The next morning. Richard is still upset about the weather and the room at the Old Country Inn.
Richard:	It's still raining. I want to play tennis.
Marilyn:	I want some breakfast. Let's call room service and order a nice breakfast, and then we'll figure out what to do today.
Richard:	Right. [He goes to the telephone.] Would you give me room service, please? I beg your pardon? Oh, I see. [He hangs up.] They don't have room service at Old Country Inn.
Marilyn:	Well, let's go down to the coffee shop.
Richard:	They don't have a coffee shop. We can get our meals at Mrs. Montefiore's down the road. [They laugh.]
Marilyn:	That's OK, honey. I love walking in the rain.
Richard:	Oh, you're being a really good sport about this, Marilyn, but I think we should face the truth.
Marilyn:	What's that?
Richard:	This is not the way to spend our fifth anniversary.
Marilyn:	Well, what do you want to do?
Richard:	Why don't we get in the car and drive home?
Marilyn:	Oh, Richard, it really isn't that bad.
Richard:	[He hugs her.] Do you want to stick it out for the whole weekend?
Marilyn:	Well, I'll admit the room is uncomfortable.
Richard:	Uh-hum.
Marilyn:	And I do feel bad about your mother having to take care of the baby all weekend.
Richard:	Why don't we just check out?
Marilyn:	OK. [The telephone rings.]
Marilyn:	Hello? Yes. Yes, this is she. Oh, hello! How nice of you to remember us! Yes, my husband did call. You do? Really? It won't be any trouble? Oh, yes, I think we'd like that very much. Fifteen minutes! Thank you. Good-bye. [She hangs up, turns to Richard, and smiles.] You will never guess.
Richard:	Uh. ... I give up.
Marilyn:	Mrs. Montefiore from the Watermill Inn.
Richard:	What is she calling about?
Marilyn:	They have an opening. Someone just checked out, and Mrs. Montefiore has reserved the honeymoon suite for us.
Richard:	You're kidding!
Marilyn:	No. Isn't it wonderful?
Richard:	It's fantastic! Oh. Now all it has to do is stop raining. Let's go. [They kiss, gather their bags, and leave.]