(A twenty nine year old woman, name of Stacey, of average attractiveness is sitting alone in the kitchen when her thirty four year old glasses wearing beta husband, so beta that he doesn't even deserve a name, comes home from work at the millionaire factory.)

Beta Husband: Wow, what a day at the millionaire factory. I made so much money today.

Stacey: How much exactly?

Beta husband: I don't know, I think it was about two million dollars.

Stacey: But that's at least five million less than what you got yesterday.

Beta: Sorry, your majesty. I'll try to do better next time.

Stacey: There may not be a next time if you keep bringing home such low wages. My trips to that nail salon in Paris don't come cheap.

Beta: Well maybe if you tried flying commercial once in a while? Not that I'm saying you should. Just a suggestion.

Stacey: You know that those commercial flights ruin my nails. It's a different mixture they use for the fuel. Ergh, I can't even stand to look at you. Where's that paper bag I got for your face?

Beta: A racoon took it off me along with some of my lunch money. Anyway, enough about me. How was your naked yoga class with Chad? Kind of strange that your his only client though. He can't be making much money.

Stacey: How rude. That is none of your business how much money he makes. How dare you ask such a personal question.

Beta: A thousand apologies your highness. I just thought marriage was about open communication and honesty. Like the time we told each other that we were each other's first time.

Stacey: You seriously think that you are the only guy I've ever slept with?

Beta: Well of course I do, you told me yourself. And you are a woman, so why would you lie?

Stacey: To get your money of course. Remember we did talk about it before we got married.

Beta: True, we did. So exactly how many men did you sleep with?

Stacey: I don't know. I kind of lost track after it reached into the four figures territory.

Beta: I think you are joking. You probably only have had sex the once like me. Best twenty seconds of my life.

Stacey: Worst twenty seconds of my life. Also, trust me, you are not the only guy I've ever slept with. I mean look at me, I'm fucking hot. I've had so much sex they've had to revise the kama sutra because of me. Taken so much semen I've been commissioned by the royal fucking navy. There's so many tapes out there of me getting fucked that I've surprised you haven't seen it on one of your seedy porn sites.

Beta: I can't. You made me not watch porn anymore.

Stacey: Oh that's right I did too. Now get out of my sight, I have another session of naked Yoga with Chad and we need the kitchen.

Beta: I think we should get a divorce. I can't be with a woman who has slept with so many people. I'm sorry, but that's the way I feel.

Stacey: You misogynistic pig! How dare you judge me for my sex life you pathetic virgin. Like I said to you when I ran that police check on you, as a woman my past is none of your business. And if you ever think of divorcing me I'll get all of your money and possessions. Pretty soon you'll be fighting racoons daily. Now get out.

(Beta husband, thoroughly humiliated, leaves the kitchen. Stacey stays, waiting for naked yoga with Chad.)