[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)