A Bad Day

JOCASTA: I don't believe what bad luck has befallen the Kingdom.  That you should be my husband but also my son.  What terrible circumstances!

OEDIPUS: Yes, terrible.  Just terrible.  Um, but, I gotta say, despite everything, I'm still kind of into it.  You know what I mean?

JOCASTA: No.

OEDIPUS: Well, granted, the situation is just plain bad luck.  Can't deny that.  Bad luck all around.  But the truth is, I'm kind of even more into it now.  Aren't you?

JOCASTA: No.  Not at all.  It's disgusting.

OEDIPUS: Right!  Of course.

JOCASTA: I mean, just think of it!  The womb from which you sprung is the same womb that you defile.  Repeatedly.  Every night for the past twelve years.

OEDIPUS: Yes.  (pause) And this doesn't appeal to you?

JOCASTA: No!

OEDIPUS: Of course not.  No.  Just checking.

JOCASTA: I mean, when I think of all the sex we had.  All the time.  Over and over again.  And then it turns out I'm your mother.

OEDIPUS: I think we have to stop talking about this.  So, what else is new?

JOCASTA: Hmmm...well.  Let me think.  Oh!  You know Haemonis?

OEDIPUS: Of course!  We just had a steam.

JOCASTA: Struck by lightning.

OEDIPUS: No!

JOCASTA: Yeah.

OEDIPUS: Man.

JOCASTA: Are you still thinking about sex?

OEDIPUS: Nnn-ye-no...wait, are you?

JOCASTA: I'm leaving.

OEDIPUS: Fine.  I gotta do something about these eyes.