This is a deliberately zany play on a serious subject: love after sixty. An elderly couple who meet through a dating agency, arrives home on their wedding night. The course of events is disrupted by the arrival of a man who claims to be the real Eugene proposed by the agency.

« SHE : Now that I'm alone… / OTHER : We're all alone; it's impossible while there are three of us. / SHE : But if I choose one of you I reject the other. And condemn him. I can't do it. / OTHER : Nor can we wait until one of us goes off to a higher world. / HE : I don't like that reference to my state of health. / OTHER : Let's get on with the game, Mary Rose, before it's too late. The strings are getting frayed. / HE : I say no! We said we'd play only in the evenings. »