- [last lines]
- Jean: Try saying: "No thank you, we don't want to."
- Lionel: No thank you, we don't want to.
- Jean: That sounds very surly.
- Lionel: Well, you try it then.
- Jean: All right. No thank you, we don't want to.
- Lionel: Huh, sounds rather whiny.
- Jean: Oh, does it? Well, somewhere in the middle then.
- [the telephone starts ringing]
- Jean: Augh.
- Lionel: That'll be one of them; I know it will.
- Jean: [yells at phone] Leave us alone.
- Lionel: Well, I'm not having it. We're having supper in front of the fire, and that's it.
- Jean: No, let me try it; I might be better at trying somewhere in the middle.
- Lionel: But honest.
- Jean: Honest of course.
- [picks up phone]
- Jean: Hello. Oh, Alan.
- Lionel: Ah-ha, my God.
- Jean: Supper tonight? Oh, thank you, Alan.
- Lionel: What!
- Jean: No, we can't.
- [to Lionel]
- Jean: Why, why?
- [Lionel shrugs]
- Jean: Ah, well, it... oh well, would you believe it, Lionel has just come down with measles. Really, yes, sorry, no, good-bye.
- Lionel: Mrs Bale.
- Mrs. Bale: Yes?
- Lionel: This dense fog which is going to engulf the whole of Hampshire, isn't it rather odd to hear that on a shipping forecast?
- [Mrs Bale just smiles]
- Jean: Mrs Bale!
- Mrs. Bale: Well, I thought the situation warranted a little white lie.
- Jean: Bless you!
- Lionel: Mind you, yesterday you claimed to have the strength of ten because your heart was pure.
- Mrs. Bale: I've always found 'pure' to be a very comparative word.