Barney and Elaine have met in an empty apartment to have an affair. Barney has been talking for a long time, and Elaine, who just wants no-strings sex, has lost patience. She tells him that she has no time for his stories and that they are incompatible. However, as she gets up to leave, Barney loses patience with her… 

Just sit there! Don’t talk, don’t cough, don’t even breathe. Just sit there and shut up until I tell you you can go. If I get nothing else from you this afternoon it’s going to be your undivided goddamned attention! Excuse me! (Crosses to the bottle, pours himself a drink, and gulps it down. She looks at him incredulously but silently. He does not look at her.) I’m sure it will come as no great shock to you, but you are the first ‘attempted’ extramarital affair for me in twenty-three years of marriage. I’ve never even kissed another woman. In twenty-three years. I got married to my high-school sweetheart – and when have you heard that expression last – at the age of twenty-four, having gone steady with her since I was sixteen. And how many experiences with other women do you think I’ve had prior to getting married?…One! I had one shot at it. When I was eighteen my brother took me to an apartment in Newark, New Jersey, where I consorted with a forty-four-year-old woman who greeted me lying naked on a brass bed reading a newspaper. It cost me seven dollars and I threw up all night. I don’t smoke, I don’t gamble, and you’ve had more to drink this afternoon than I’ve had in my whole life. I’ve never had a car accident, never had a fistfight, never had a broken bone, never had a temperature over a hundred and two…Life has not only been very kind to me, it goes out of its way to ignore me…I’ve got three kids I’m very proud of, a house I’ve worked very hard for and a wife who is not extraordinary, not what you would call an exciting, vivacious woman, but one who is kind, considerate, devoted and that I happen to love. So why after twenty-three years do I write my mother’s address on the back of a check, buy a bottle of Scotch with two glasses and pray to God I never get caught? Why? I’ll tell you why…I don’t know. I’ve never had the urge before…Not true. I started getting the urge about five years ago. Two years ago seriously. About a year ago I decided to give in to it, and the last six months conscientiously. I’m forty-seven years old and for the first time in my life I think about dying. The thought of death has now become a part of my life. I read the obituaries every day just for the satisfaction of not seeing my name there. I constantly think about how it’s going to come and how I’m going to bear up to it. Do you know I even practice dying? I lie in bed at night trying to feel myself slipping away…and then I let my head drop off to the side…and then I let out my last gasp of air…then I go in and take two sleeping pills because I’m up the rest of the night scared out of my wits. But it’s inevitable, it’s going to happen someday, maybe sooner than I think. And I ask myself, ‘Have you enjoyed it, Barney? Was it a really terrific forty-seven year?’ And you know what my answer is? ‘Well, I wouldn’t say terrific. It was nice.’…The sum total of my existence is nice. I will go to my grave having led a nice life. And I will have a nice funeral and they will bury me in my nice blue suit. And my wife will weep for me and mourn for me and in six months she will marry another nice fellow…maybe even give him my brown sports jacket.