(It is earlier this evening. E.S. and FAUSTUS are lying in bed lazily.)
E.S.: I need to get up.
FAUSTUS: Okay. I’m going to count down from three. On one, let’s both get up.
FAUSTUS: Three…. Two…. One!
(FAUSTUS gets up. E.S. stays right where he is.)
FAUSTUS: You have a very idiosyncratic definition of “both.”
E.S.: I’ve changed my mind. I’m just going to lie here and become a big lump.
(E.S. uses his foot to push FAUSTUS to the edge of the bed.)
E.S.: Did you almost fall off the bed?
E.S.: Well, I would have said I was sorry.