Carol: We must get this crack mended.
Carol: Will we be going to see the leaning tower of Pisa?
Michael: I don't think Cinderella likes me.
Carol: Cinderella?
Michael: The little sister.
Carol: Aw, don't be silly. Well, are we going to see the leaning tower of Pisa?
Michael: She's a bit strung up, isn't she?
Carol: She's just sensitive, that's all.
John: Oh, come on. Fill us in with the gripping details.
Colin: The gripping details are that she had dinner with her sister.
John: Well, maybe you should try the sister.
Carol: I'm having dinner with my sister.
Colin: Is she a good cook?
Carol: I never even thought about it.
Colin: Well, at least it can't be any worst than fish and chips.
Carol: I think we are having rabbit.
Colin: Rabbit? Oh. I thought they'd all been killed off.
Carol: No. She has a friend.
Colin: A rabbit?
Carol: No, I think the friend has rabbits.
Colin: Poor bunny.
Carol: We all have to lead our own lives in the end, you know.
Landlord: There's no need to be alone, you know. Poor little girl. All by herself. All shaking like a little frightened animal.
