OLIVER (gallantly). I don't care.
JILL. I did try to help you, Oliver.
OLIVER. You wait. Won't I jolly well bag something of hers one day, just when she wants it.
JILL. I'm afraid you'll find the afternoon rather tiring without your book. What will you do?
OLIVER. I suppose I shall have to think.
JILL. What shall you think about?
OLIVER. I shall think I'm on my desert island.
JILL. Which desert island?
OLIVER. The one I always pretend I'm on when I'm thinking.
JILL. Isn't there any one else on it ever?