Jessie: (talking-to-animals voice) Hello sweetie. You're a sweet thing aren't you. Yes you are, yes you are, I know you are. Where has that bad old man gone? Did he go get film from the car? Yes he did, the bad old man, he left us all alone. You're such a sweet thing aren't you? You just want to nuzzle and purr. You just want to lie in the sun, don't you? Here.
(She puts the cat down on the sofa, and then looks mischievously toward the front door before removing all her clothes, throwing them in the closet, looking herself over in the mirror a moment, and then lying on the floor facing the cat and the sofa, her back to the audience, her knees pulled up and her hands pressed between her knees like a sleeping child.
Euripides: Oh, God. Don't move. Don't move one muscle. You are so beautiful. (He positions himself behind her and snaps a picture.) Wait. (He goes about taking a tripod from the closet and setting it up.)