[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." (Instrumental)