[A man and a woman are standing embraced, in an office with big windows. They are gazing into one another's eyes. Everything is exceedingly overdramatic...]

Man – Oh Lucille.
Woman – Oh Reggie.
Man – Nothing is going to come between us. Ever again.
Woman – What if we’re found out?
Man – Nobody will find us here.
Woman – Oh Reggie.
Man – Oh Lucille!

[They come in close, but before they kiss, the window-cleaner has raised himself onto a platform outside the window. Seeing them, he knocks his bucket.]

[The woman hears and sees him over the shoulder of the man.]

Woman – No!
Man – No?
Woman – No.
Man – Why not?
Woman – There’s another man.
Man – Another man!?

Woman – On the windowsill!

Man – Good lord!
Woman – Do something Reggie! Do something!

[The man strides over to the window and closes the blinds.]
[He returns.]

Man – Now, kiss me!

[They come in close to kiss again.]

Woman – No!
Man – No?
Woman – No.
Man – Why not now?

Woman – What if he’s still there?
Man – What if?
Woman – He could be listening!
Man – To us kissing?!
Woman – It sends shivers down my spine. Check he’s gone. Please?

[He sighs, goes over to the window, and whips open the curtains. The platform outside the window now has an entire troupe of window cleaners on it.]