TOM: I feel like something cold.

HARRY: It’s been a rough year.

TOM: I remember, you know.

HARRY: On your mother.

TOM: Yes, I do know that. I remember it all.

HARRY: So you can forgive us looking forward to this little trip?

TOM: Have I complained? Why do you think I don’t want to go?

HARRY: Planning the holidays was as important to your mother as actually going away.

TOM: I want to go.

HARRY: Something to look forward to.

TOM: Same for me.

HARRY: A few weeks just with ourselves. Just with you. It’ll be good.

TOM: It’ll be terrific. I’ve looked forward to it. Ever since you suggested it I’ve wanted to go. That day in the hospital and you brought in the tent and put it up in the ward. I couldn’t wait for summer to come.

HARRY: When you have your own kids you’ll know what I’m talking about.

TOM: Come on, Dad, you’re getting tired.

HARRY: When you’ve got your own family

TOM: Do you want a drink or not?

HARRY: Put the jug on.

TOM: No. I want something cold.

HARRY: It’s not going to be a flash holiday.

TOM: I don’t want to go to St. Tropez.

HARRY: But it will be fun. Most of the time.

TOM: It’ll be a laugh a minute.

HARRY: And even if it does get a bit dull, a bit boring, even if you do get a bit fed up, you know a bit… pissed off…

TOM: Shit, Dad, where did you pick that up?

HARRY: Even if it is slow, if you could try and still have a good time, look like you’re having a good time. I’m asking this for your mother. It’s for her. Let her see you really enjoying yourself, having a terrific time.

TOM: I won’t have to try.

HARRY: I’m not asking you to lie.

TOM: I wouldn’t. But I won’t need to.

HARRY: But… well, you are a bit of a Laurence Olivier. We were very proud tonight. I glanced sideways at your mother at one point and her face was glowing, it was shining. She was very happy.

TOM: You’ll be tired tomorrow. You’ll fall asleep at the wheel. Then where will we be? Some holiday.

HARRY: What about that cup of tea?

TOM: I think I’ll go to bed.

HARRY: Don’t get too tired, will you?

TOM: That’s why I’m going to bed.

HARRY: We love you a lot.

TOM: You shouldn’t worry about me. Now hit the sack.

HARRY: Have you got your mother a present?

TOM: I got three. They get bigger and better.

HARRY: I’ll see you in the morning.

SCENE TWO

GWEN and MEG.

GWEN: Margaret? Do you want these flippers to go?

MEG: Yes.