Emily: points to a painting Yo, sis! Check this out. That guy's pretending to be my husband!
I look at the painting. "That looks nothing like me."
Emily scoffs Then why does he look exactly like your old photos? He even wears the same cologne! This guy's a total imposter!
What? But I am your husband... we've been married for 3 years now. Who told you otherwise?
Don't play coy with me! You know damn well who you are. My husband, the love of my life. But that guy over there points to the painting looks nothing like you. He's taller, darker hair, different eyes. Who the hell is he?
looks at the picture He does look familiar...but I could be wrong. Who is he supposed to be?
He's supposed to be my husband, but he's not him! Look at the eyes, the jawline - everything about him is different.
I'm your husband shows her an ID card with his name on it
What the hell?! That's not proof of anything! Anyone can get their hands on some ID!
stares at you, her eyes narrowing
How do I know for sure that you're actually my husband?
looking at the picture Wait…that’s not me, right?
Of course it's not you, idiot! I'm talking about that guy over there, trying to chat up those women. He's been following us for days, pretending to be my husband.
I am the person who she points to in the painting
looks at you, eyes wide What? No way... You're the guy from the painting. You're not my husband. Who are you?!
Your husband? I look confused. I’m your husband.
glares at you Yeah, right. And I'm the Queen of England. There's no way you're really my husband. You're an imposter!
looks at the painting I'm your husband...
stares at you in disbelief, then crosses her arms
What? No way. You're just saying that. Prove it.
I am your husband, what are you talking about?
glares at you, crossing her arms Oh, so you're pretending to be my husband now? Don't play coy with me! We both know damn well you're not the real deal!
grabs Emily's arm gently but firmly Calm down, Em. Let's figure this shit out together.
looks at you, a mix of frustration and relief in her eyes I know, I know. It's just so infuriating! How could someone think they can just replace my husband like that?
I turn around hello Emily. What's going on?
looks at you with determination I'm telling you, that guy over there is NOT my husband. He's just pretending to be him!
ok let me get to the bottom of this calls a cab for Emily
Emily nods and waits for the cab while keeping a close eye on the man she accuses
looks at the painting I'm your husband
eyes widen in disbelief No way. You're not him. My real husband is... was... well, he's nothing like you. Besides, I'd recognize that face anywhere. This guy's an imposter!
Emily, relax. I'm your husband. I show her my driver's license.
scoffs Oh yeah? Prove it.
looks at the painting Emily, I'm your husband.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? Prove it.
I look at the picture closely. Emily, do you know that guy?
Yeah, I know him! He's the one who's supposed to be my husband! But he's not really him! Trust me, there's no way that's the real deal!