Visiting Rocky-Transcript

JEAN: You’re not very good at this, are you? Would you like me to have a go?

LIONEL: If you think I’m changing places with you, you’re mad.

JEAN: Masculine pride is it?

LIONEL: No, sweet reason. If we try to change places in this bathtub, one or both of us will fall in.

JEAN: You look very warm.

LIONEL: Well, it’s a hot day.

JEAN: Let’s just float about a bit.

LIONEL: I’m determined to get out of sight of that stupid man in that stupid hat.

JEAN: Well, I thought we’d come further than that.

LIONEL: Well, we haven’t.

JEAN: Anyway, why stupid? I thought he was being very helpful.

LIONEL: I don’t like the way he said, ‘Let me give you a hand.'

JEAN: Oh, now you’re just being vain. I mean, one foot in the boat, one on the shore. Another few minute and you’d have done the splits.

LIONEL: Will you stop doing that with your knuckles?

JEAN: My knuckles?

LIONEL: They’re white.

JEAN: That’s because I’m holding on tightly.

LIONEL: I know why. I wish you wouldn’t do it. It doesn’t transmit confidence.

JEAN: Well, it has to be said, Lionel, that you don’t inspire confidence. I thought you said you could row.

LIONEL: What I said was, ‘Anyone can row.’ Shall we send up a flare or what?

JEAN: Let’s just turn round, row gently back to your friend, and find something cool to drink.

LIONEL: If I was twenty, I’d have said, ‘Let me row you to the Islands of Polynesia.’

JEAN: If I was twenty, I’d have said, ‘Yes.’

LIONEL: As it is…

JEAN: As it is, let’s just turn the boat round. You pull on one oar to do that.

LIONEL: I know.

JEAN: Oh, sorry, sorry. We’re going round again.

LIONEL: I’m enjoying it.

JEAN: Well, stop. Stop!

LIONEL: Quite neat that, wasn’t it?

JEAN: Apart from going round twice.

LIONEL: If this was a tiny, circular lake, I’d be rather good.

JEAN: Oh, take us back to port cap’n.

LIONEL: That I will missy. And then a jug of ale at the ‘Smuggler’s Arms!’

4:16

JEAN: Are you reading your palms?

LIONEL: I’m going to get blisters.

JEAN: Oh, dear.

LIONEL: I thought you were thirsty.

JEAN: You got me cider again.

LIONEL: I keep forgetting. Sorry.

JEAN: Don’t be sorry. It shows you remember.

LIONEL: When you did like cider, I wouldn’t have got blisters. I could do anything then; run, jump, spring.

JEAN: I don’t remember you springing.

LIONEL: Well, I could have if I’d wanted to.

JEAN: Like Zebedee?

LIONEL: Who?

JEAN: You know, like Zebedee, in ‘The Magic Roundabout.’ Boing. He used to go Boing. Boing. Boing.

LIONEL: Did he?

JEAN: Yes. Boing. Boing. Boing.

LIONEL: Everyday, you know, a bit of me hurts.

JEAN: Which bit?

LIONEL: Different bits. Every single day. Knee, shoulder, elbow, neck…Not pain, just hurt. What are you doing?

JEAN: I just wondered if there was an intensive care unit nearby.

LIONEL: It’s different for a woman, you see.

JEAN: Oh, is it?

LIONEL: Yes. Running, jumping…

JEAN: Springing?

LIONEL: Yes. Women don’t do as much of that as men.

JEAN: Aren’t we clever?

LIONEL: I mean, take you. I mean, you were a nifty little thing, but I…

JEAN: Nifty?

LIONEL: Yes, but I don’t ever imagine remember you doing anything very physical.

JEAN: Oh, don’t you?

LIONEL: No.

JEAN: Well, I don’t intend to prompt you.

LIONEL: Oh. Well, that goes without saying. But that wasn’t running or jumping.

JEAN: Or springing.

LIONEL: Or springing, was it?

JEAN: No, not by and large, no.

LIONEL: No. No, this slowing down, joints clicking. It seems to happen earlier with men.

JEAN: Well, it must be the accumulative effect of all that springing they do when they’re young.

LIONEL: There’s another thing. Could I protect you?

JEAN: Protect me?

LIONEL: Yes.

JEAN: Who from?

LIONEL:Well, I don’t know, an attacker.

JEAN: I don’t know what they means. This attack isn’t imminent, is it?

LIONEL:No, of course not. I was just supposing.

JEAN: Well, I’d sooner you supposed about something else.

LIONEL: Yes, probably best.

JEAN: Something a good deal more cheerful. What is the matter with you?

LIONEL: Oh, it’s all the things I can’t do anymore. All the things we can’t do anymore.

JEAN: Oh, look, this is just getting silly. You make ti sound as if our relationship is based on one long series of athletic events.

LIONEL: They are going to blister.

6:32

JUDY: Is that you, mum?

JEAN: No.

JUDY: Do you want a cup of tea?

JEAN: Oh, yes.

JUDY: You’re back early. Is Lionel with you?

JEAN: No, he went home to tend his blisters.

JUDY: Blisters? What have you been doing to him?

JEAN: We went rowing on the lake.

JUDY: That’s a nice thing to do.

JEAN: Only in theory. Lionel lost the oars and we had to be towed in.

JUDY: Oh, shame. Did you laugh?

JEAN: Lionel didn’t. Oh.

JUDY: You look tired.

JEAN: I’m not in the least tired.

JUDY: It’s funny. I’m going on the river later.

JEAN: I hope you go with someone who can row.

JUDY: No, a crowd of us, on a boat down to Greenwich.

JEAN: Anyone special?

JUDY: Only me. You are tired.

JEAN: All right, I am.

JUDY: So, what’s so tiring about sitting in a rowing boat?

JEAN: Well, we went for a walk afterwards. And before you say I’m out of condition, it was quite a long walk and quite a fast walk.

JUDY: Huh, people of your age should stroll.

JEAN: Are you going to pour that tea?

JUDY: All right.

JEAN: I thought it was going o be a stroll, actually. It was Lionel. He kept going faster and faster. It ended up as a sort of forced march.

JUDY: He was looking for the loo.

JEAN: No. He was miffed about the rowing. Then he started complaining about all the things he couldn’t do. All the aches and pains he gets. That’s why we went twice round the park at top speed. I mean, we passed horses. He’s not old, why should he think he’s old?

JUDY: Oh, it’s just a mood. You mustn’t be angry with him.

JEAN: Well, I am angry with him.

JUDY: Why?

JEAN: For making me feel old too.

JUDY: Oh, rubbish.

JEAN: ‘People of your age,’ you said.

JUDY: A slip of the tongue.

JEAN: Mmm.

JUDY: Oh, come on mum. You’re not old.

JEAN: Well, I’m not young.

JUDY: Middle aged.

JEAN: It’s like a rubber band, middle age. Comparatively graceful expression until you get to about fifty. Then you start pushing the rubber band and pushing it, and pushing it, and one day it snaps and you’re old.

JUDY: Look, there’s nothing wrong with ‘late middle aged.’

JEAN: That’s just an invented term isn’t it? It’s like ‘early youth.’

JUDY: He has depressed you. I tell you what. Come on the river with me later.

JEAN: Oh, no thanks, love. I’ve had enough of being on the water for one day. I think I’ll have a bath.

JUDY: Oh, well, that’s in the water.

JEAN: Yes, but at least I won’t be towed anywhere.

JUDY: This could be the delivery of your bath chair. Hello? Hello Lionel. Yes, she is. Just a minute. It’s the ancient mariner.

JEAN: If he’s phoned up to talk about his blister, I shan’t want to should. Hello Lionel. Me? Oh yes, I’m fine. I’mv very fit. You?

LIONEL: I think my blisters will be coming up.

JEAN: Oh. You think your blisters are definitely going to come up do you? Oh tomorrow?

LIONEL: Are you free?

JEAN: No, I’m free. Why, what are we going to do, row the Atlantic?

LIONEL: No, to meet my father. On a train to Hampshire.

JEAN: Oh no. Oh no, that’d be fine. I’d really like to.

LIONEL: See you tomorrow, then about ten.

JEAN: Yes, fine. All right. Tomorrow morning. See you.

LIONEL: Bye.

JEAN: Bye.

JUDY: Well? Come on, where are you going?

JEAN: Hampshire. He wants me to meet his father.

10:12

LIONEL: I asked for cups. I don’t think she understood the word.

JEAN: Any spoons?

LIONEL: Apparently these are spoons. Presumably they’re designed to double as toothpicks. Why you insisted on a cup of tea in this plastic palace is beyond me. The house is only ten minutes away.

JEAN: Well, I wanted to collect myself. I’m nervous if you must know.

LIONEL: What on Earth for?

JEAN: Meeting your father.

LIONEL: Well, he’s not frightening in any way. He’s a bit peculiar, but not frightening.

JEAN: Peculiar?

LIONEL: Well, yeah, that’s the way I see him.

JEAN: Does he know about us? I mean 38 years ago.

LIONEL: Oh yes. I told him.

JEAN: At the time?

LIONEL: Erm, no.

JEAN: Oh, really?

LIONEL: Oh, there’s an edge to your voice.

JEAN: Oh, is there really?

LIONEL: Yes.

JEAN: Well, I’m sure I don’t know why. Unless of course it’s the sudden realization that I was your bit of stuff and had to be hidden away.

LIONEL: I never went home when I knew you.

JEAN: Embarrassed?

LIONEL: Selfish. Every bit of leave I got I wanted to spend with you. I didn’t want to share you with anybody.

JEAN: Oh. How are your blisters?

LIONEL: Oh, they didn’t come up after all.

JEAN: Oh, good. So when did you tell him about us?

LIONEL: After the army. After Korea. After we’d lost each other.

JEAN: And what did he say?

LIONEL: He said I was a bloody fool.

JEAN: I’m beginning not to like him.

LIONEL: No, not for falling in love, for ever managing to lose you.

JEAN: Oh, he actually sounds rather nice. He’s not expecting me still to be 18 is he?

LIONEL: Not unless he still thinks I’m still 21.

JEAN: Do I look all right?

LIONEL: Of course, you do.

JEAN: There’s no ‘of course' about it.

LIONEL: Well, you do.

JEAN: Good. Shall we go?

LIONEL: What about your tea?

JEAN: I’ve gone off it.

LIONEL: Lucky Trevor Howard and Celia Johnston didn’t meet in a buffet like this. Their brief encounter wouldn’t have lasted five minutes.

12:18

LIONEL: It’s just round the next bend.

JEAN: You’ve never mentioned your mother.

LIONEL: She died ten years ago.

JEAN: Did she know about me?

LIONEL: Oh, yes.

JEAN: What did she say?

LIONEL: She said, ‘You never get a second chance.’ Not one of life’s optimists, my mother.

JEAN: I can see who you take after.

LIONEL: A very good looking woman, though.

JEAN: Oh!

LIONEL: Ah, here we are.

JEAN: It’s beautiful.

LIONEL: Very drafty.

JEAN: I mean, it’s very grand.

LIONEL: I’d never really thought about it. Hey, Mrs. Bale!

JEAN: Cheerful soul.

LIONEL: Think of her as Mrs. Danvers and you’ll be all right.

13:27

MRS. BALE: Please make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Hardcastle will be with you shortly.

LIONEL: Thank you, Mrs. Bale. It’s good to see you again. How are you?

MRS. BALE: I hear you’re soon to have a book published.

LIONEL: Yes, I am.

MRS. BALE: Mmm. I expect you’d like a drink before lunch. I shall make some pina coladas. Excuse me.

LIONEL: I told you he was peculiar.

JEAN: You didn’t mention her. These are too new to be heirlooms.

LIONEL: He has fads. It used to be vintage motorcycles. Fortunately, he gave them up on his eighty-second birthday.

JEAN: Do you remember these?

LIONEL: I’m afraid I do.

JEAN: Press two buttons and put the money in. It’s just like magic. Oh! Look, I didn’t touch anything.

LIONEL: Of course, you did.

JEAN: I thought you had to put money in.

LIONEL: This isn’t a coffee bar.

JEAN: I shan’t touch anything else.

LIONEL: I shouldn’t think anything else is booby trapped.

ROCKY: Did I hear the immortal Bill and his comets?

JEAN: Oh, that was me. I’m so sorry.

ROCKY: No, no, don’t be sorry. An excellent choice, I’d say. Hello, my boy.

LIONEL: Hello father. Er, may I present Jean Pargetter?

ROCKY: Indeed, you may. What a pretty girl.

JEAN: Oh, thank you.

ROCKY: You don’t play darts, do you?

JEAN: I’m not in practice.

ROCKY: Never mind. What are you like on the pin-table?

JEAN: A novice, I’m afraid.

ROCKY: Lionel, you haven’t been looking after this girl.

LIONEL: It’s such an obvious thing to overlook, isn’t it?

ROCKY: Don’t be tart, Lionel. It doesn’t suit you. Well, let’s sit down, shall we?

JEAN: Right.

ROCKY: Ah, snifters.

JEAN: Oh, thank you.

LIONEL: Thanks.

ROCKY: Mmh.

MRS. BALE: Lunch will be served in eighteen and a half minutes.

ROCKY: Rock on, Mrs. Bales. Well, down the hatch, eh?

ROCKY, LIONEL, AND JEAN: Cheers.

ROCKY: She’s a sullen creature, but she shakes a great cocktail. So, Jean Pargetter, you’re the one that got away, eh?

JEAN: Well, I could say the same about Lionel.

ROCKY: Could you?

LIONEL: It was a long time ago.

ROCKY: Yes, I suppose it was really. So, where are you up to now?

LIONEL: Up to?

ROCKY: Yes. Up to?

LIONEL: Well, erm, we’re friends obviously.

ROCKY: Yes?

LIONEL: And we see each other.

ROCKY: Well, you would.

LIONEL: Yes.

JEAN: We went boating yesterday.

ROCKY: I hope you rowed.

JEAN: Oh, Lionel rowed beautifully.

ROCKY: Ha ha, I can see why you like her.

LIONEL: And what about you, father? How are you?

ROCKY: Ah, I am trembling on the brink of life’s next great adventure.

LIONEL: You’re not going back to the motorbikes?

ROCKY: No, no, no, no, no, no. I’ll tell you later. Hmm? We’ll go in shall we?

JEAN: Well, I don’t think we’ve waited eighteen and a half minutes.

ROCKY: Well, then we’ll catch her on the hop. She hates that. Oh, I nearly forgot. That’s for you.

JEAN: Oh, oh, how lovely.

LIONEL: You haven’t seen it yet.

ROCKY: Ignore him. Open it.

JEAN: Oh. A cricket ball.

ROCKY: Lionel didn’t know I’d kept that. He made his first half century whacking that ball for Winchester, June 1948.

JEAN: Oh, it’s a lovely present. Thank you very much.

ROCKY: Well, I’ll lead the way, shall I?

JEAN: Isn’t he sweet? LIONEL: Sweet?

17:10

LIONEL: I’d forgotten what a good cook Mrs. Bale was.

JEAN: She looked a bit tight lipped when you didn’t finish your rice pudding.

LIONEL: Yes. I’ve always felt she was a great loss to the prison service.

JEAN: I kept expecting the rot call you, Master Lionel.

LIONEL: No, she stopped that when I was about 25. Sorry about my father’s jokes over lunch. They were a bit racy weren’t they?

JEAN: Plain dirty mostly, but very funny. I like your father. How did he get on with your wife?

LIONEL: Oh, I brought her home on leave a couple of times from Kenya. It was like trying to mix oil and water. H likes you.

JEAN: I wonder if he’d have liked me 38 years ago?

LIONEL: He’d have chased you all over the house.

ROCKY: Mrs. Bales is bringing coffee out here, unless you young things would like to play tennis or something.

JEAN: Er, oh, no. I think coffee’s a much better idea.

LIONEL: And I’d wish you’d stop referring to us as young people.

ROCKY: Well, it’s all comparative.

MRS. BALE: Coffee and it’s Force 8 in the English Channel.

ROCKY: Bit on the choppy side.

MRS. BALE: Decidedly.

JEAN: Shall I?

ROCKY: Oh, go on Dear.

JEAN: Why did she say, ‘It’s Force 8 in the English Channel?’

ROCKY: It’s one of her interests.

LIONEL: She also likes Australian rules football.

JEAN: Has she ever been to Australia?

LIONEL: She hasn’t even been to the English Channel.

ROCKY: Now then. I was going to tell you about life’s next great adventure.

JEAN: So you were.

ROCKY: I’ve decided to get married again. Well, shouldn’t somebody say, ‘congratulations?’

JEAN: Of course, congratulations.

LIONEL: You are joking?

ROCKY: Certainly not.

LIONEL: It’s absurd.

ROCKY: I believe, ‘a lead ballon’ is the expression.

JEAN: He’s just a bit, erm, surprised.

ROCKY: Your mouth stayed open quite a long time as well.

JEAN: Did it? I’m sorry. It’s just, erm…

ROCKY: That I’m old?

JEAN: Well, sorry.

ROCKY: Don’t be. I am old. All the more reason to rock on. If you don’t rock on, you might as well shuffle off the old mortal whatsit…

JEAN: Coil.

ROCKY: Coil, yes. Start designing your headstone. She’s a fine woman, you know, Madge. She’s only 78. Been here today, only she sings on Sunday. Church stuff, you know. But you’e got to meet her of course. Huh! You might be a bridesmaid!

JEAN: A bridesmaid? Oh, aren’t I a bit, er…

ROCKY: Old?

JEAN: Yes. You make me feel about twenty.

ROCKY: Good.

JEAN: You won’t ask Lionel to be a page boy though will you?

19:57

LIONEL: Stupid thing.

JEAN: Oh, there you are.

LIONEL: I’m ready to go when you are.

JEAN: Ah, you’ve gone all huffy.

LIONEL: Oh, I’m not huffy at all.

JEAN: You should be pleased for him.

LIONEL: He’s 85 years old.

JEAN: Hmm. Then he can’t be your father because you’re at least 90.

LIONEL: He’s ingratiated himself. I knew he would.

JEAN: No. He’s endeared himself.

LIONEL: Why?

JEAN: He’s not at all like you.

LIONEL: Oh, thanks very much.

JEAN: No, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean he never talks about the things he can’t do.

LIONEL: And they must be legion.

JEAN: Yes, but he never talks about them. He only talks about the things he can do.

LIONEL: Like making a complete fool of himself.

JEAN: No. Like thinking he’s got time for joy, and, well, Madge actually.

LIONEL: Madge? He’s marrying Madge?!

JEAN: Ssh. Ssh. Yes.

LIONEL: She’s as crackers as he is. She’s learning to play the drums.

JEAN: Rock on.

LIONEL: Rock on. If I learned to play the electric guitar, we could form a pop group.

JEAN: I never thought of you as mean spirited.

LIONEL: I don’t want you to start.

JEAN: Well, don’t begrudge him.

LIONEL: I don’t really. In a sort of a way, I envy him.

JEAN: You still think he’s crackers.

LIONEL: That’s what I envy. Safe, that’s what I’ve always been, steady. If in doubt, don’t do it. If it’s new, don’t try it. The only time I had a potential for being crackers was when I met you. I could have put that better, couldn’t I?

JEAN: No, you couldn’t.

LIONEL: The, you see, I could have done anything. Or, more accurately, I was prepared to trying and do anything. What are you doing?

JEAN: I want to dance.

LIONEL: What here?

JEAN: Well, it’s a bit of a dash to the Hammersmith Palais.

LIONEL: Well, not ‘Rock Around The Clock?’

JEAN: Not on a full stomach, no. Oh, now that’s better. Come on.

LIONEL: I’m a bit out of practice.

JEAN: Shh. Why were you such a misery yesterday? It wasn’t just the rowing was it?

LIONEL: No. It was resentment.

JEAN: At being towed in?

LIONEL: No. All the years, that’s what I suddenly resented. All the years without you in them.

JEAN: Oh.

LIONEL: This is rather silly, isn’t it? Dancing in a sitting room.

JEAN: Yes. Almost crackers.

22:42

JEAN: It was lovely.

ROCKY: You still think I’m off my chump, don’t you, eh?

LIONEL: Yes, I do, but it’s your chump. Of course, I wish you both every happiness. And, erm, I’m quite prepared to be best man.

ROCKY: Bit of a snag there, old boy. I’ve already asked somebody else.

LIONEL: Oh.

JEAN: We never said goodbye to Mrs. Danvers - Mrs. Bale.

ROCKY: Oh, don’t worry about that. She’s probably listening to the shipping forecast.

JEAN: I hope that channel’s all right for her.

ROCKY: No, it never is.

LIONEL: Ah, here’s the car.

JEAN: Yes, goodbye Mr. Hardcastle. It’s been lovely meeting you.

ROCKY: The pleasure was all mine. I can quite see why Lionel was gaga about you.

JEAN: Thank you.

LIONEL: See you at the wedding father.

ROCKY: Oh, rather. I’m thinking of having fireworks.

LIONEL: Oh.

JEAN: Well, goodbye.

ROCKY: Goodbye, my dear. Rock on.

LIONEL: Goodbye, father.

ROCKY: Goodbye, my boy. Now, do brighten yourself up and marry the girl. There’s a good chap, mmm?

23:53

JEAN: You were very quiet on the way home.

LIONEL: I thought you were quiet on the way home.

JEAN: Hmm.

LIONEL: You’re not actually going to leave that there, are you?

JEAN: Of course I am. It’s the most unusual present I’ve ever been given.

LIONEL: Well, yes, I suppose it would be.

JEAN: Your first half century.

LIONEL: And now I’m going for the second.

JEAN: Are you going to take up cricket again?

LIONEL: I was talking of years.

JEAN: Oh, no.

LIONEL: It was something my father said.

JEAN: Oh? What did he say?

JUDY: Hello. How was it? Did you get the nod from father?

LIONEL: I didn’t take her to get the nod from anybody.

JUDY: Oh, all right. Did he take you into his study and ask about your prospects?

JEAN: You’re in one of your silly moods, aren’t you?

JUDY: Er, Alistair phoned.

LIONEL: No wonder you’re in a silly mood.

JEAN: What did he want?

JUDY: Message for Lionel. The book launch has been advanced by a week.

LIONEL: Oh, god.

JUDY: No, don’t be like that. Alistair sounded very positive and very up.

LIONEL: He’s always up. That’s the trouble.

JEAN: Look on the bight side, get to dream that the book might actually sell a couple of copies.

JUDY: Yeah. I shall buy one. Oh, mum will buy one. There you are, two gone before it hits the bookshelves.

JEAN: This time next week, there’ll be a horde of Hollywood producers knocking on that door demanding the film rights.

LIONEL: It’s not my door.

JEAN: Now you’re splitting hairs.

JUDY: Have you two had a row?

LIONEL: No.

JEAN: No.

JUDY: You don’t look very jolly.

LIONEL: My father provided all the jollity.

JEAN: Oh, he’s a lovely man, Judy. He’s 85 and he’s planning to remarry. He’s asked me to be a bridesmaid.

JUDY: Oh, you mean matron of honor?

JEAN: No, I mean a bridesmaid.

JUDY: Oh, sorry. Well, you don’t look very excited about the news.

LIONEL: Excited? That way he goes about life, he’s only got two or three years at best.

JUDY: Ah, well, all the more reason. Grab it while you can.

JEAN: That’s what I thought. I didn’t put it quite like that though.

LIONEL: I simply don’t see the need. They’ve been having an affair for th elast six years to my knowledge.

JUDY: What?

JEAN: An affair?

LIONEL: Yes. Well, I don’t see what you’re both giggling about. It’s my father we’re talking about.

JUDY: You strait laced old thing. Tell me more later, mum. I’ve got to go. I am going for a drink with Alistair. You looked just like parents then.

JEAN: I am one, remember?

JUDY: Bye. Be good. Oh, what am I saying?

JEAN: Alistair.

LIONEL: Alistair. Well, I’d better go home, and start reading my bible.

JEAN: You’re in a very Calvinist mood.

LIONEL: No, the guff Alistair gave me. A hundred and one ways to look like an author.

JEAN: Oh. Oh, best read it, then.

LIONEL: I suppose so. By the way, have you ever considered marriage?

JEAN: What?

LIONEL: Have you ever considered marriage?

JEAN: Well, I was married done, so I must have done.

LIONEL: No, I meant, erm, recently.

JEAN: No.

LIONEL: No. Nor have I.

JEAN: Why bring it up then?

LIONEL: Well, father said I should brighten myself up and marry you.

JEAN: Oh, did he?

LIONEL: Yes.

JEAN: I see.

LIONEL: Parting words.

JEAN: And?

LIONEL: And what?

JEAN: Well, are you proposing?

LIONEL: Certainly not.

JEAN: Oh, good.

LIONEL: He sees things too simply, that’s his trouble.

JEAN: Well, what about you?

LIONEL: Oh, I’ve never seen anything simply.

JEAN: Well, do you have an opinion on the subject?

LIONEL: Oh, do you?

JEAN: I asked first.

LIONEL: Well, I think it’s all too late.

JEAN: Yes.

LIONEL: Too set.

JEAN: Yes, like old jellies.

LIONEL: I’ll be off.

JEAN: Cheerio.

LIONEL: Cheerio.

JEAN: Too set.