- [first lines]
- Robert Beare: What do you mean you're not going?
- Arthur Beare: I hate picnics.
- Robert Beare: Well so do I, but you expect me to go. And take mum.
- Arthur Beare: Oh, for heavens sake, it's not going to kill you to take her out for once.
- Robert Beare: Well if it's no big deal, why can't you take her?
- Matron: No sign of her.
- Arthur Beare: Where is she?
- Matron: To be perfectly honest, I don't know.
- Arthur Beare: You can't have lost my mother.
- Matron: Why not? You did.
- Arthur Beare: We'll just have to call the police again.