Dusk. Mark is sat on a bench looking sad. Sam joins him. Both men are wearing suits
Sam: whats wrong?
Mark: ah nothing
Sam: doesnt seem like it
Mark: ......are you happy?
Mark: are you happy?
Sam: what kinda question is tha-
Mark: just answer me, are you happy?
Sam: well, yeah course I am
Mark: are you?
Sam: whats got into you? yeah I'm happy
Mark: why? why are you happy?
Sam: well, I've got a high paid job,I have a big house, a beautiful wife who loves me-
Mark: and that makes you happy?
Sam: well, yeah why?
Mark: I have the same job as you, same salary, I live in the same area. I also have a wife who loves me, why arent I happy as you claim to be?
Sam: I dunno...erm
Mark: I find it hard to believe that anybody is truly happy
Mark: why is it, whenever you feel happy and you sit yourself down and ask yourself "am I really happy?" all of a sudden that warm comfortable feelng you have goes and is replaced with a notion that something isn