[Man:] «Blimey! I…I suppose…that was it.»
[Woman:] «Wasn’t it light?»
[Man:] «Yea, terrific. You—you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!»
[Woman:] «What does the fallout look like, dear?»
[Man:] «I don’t know. The government director neglected to mention what it would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. Very quiet. I expect they’re all are having a good lie-in after the bombing.»
[Woman:] «Terrible smell of burning.»
[Man:] «Yes. Well there’s bound to be. That’s logical…»
[Woman:] «It’s like…roast meat.»
[Man:] «Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances…»
[Man:] «A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We’ll be alright for water now for a while, my dear.»
[Woman:] «Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?»
[Man:] «Oh yes, of course it is. There’s nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.»
[Woman:] «Oh, look! My hair’s coming out.»
[Man:] «Hair’s coming out.»
[Woman:] «My hair’s coming out.»
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