MRS. TERENCE: What d'you want for lunch tomorrow?
MRS. BRAMSON: Lunch to-morrow?… Let me see….
DAN: Lunch? To-morrow?… (After a pause) What about a nice little steak?
MRS. BRAMSON: A steak, let me see…. Yes, with baked potatoes—
DAN: And a nice roly-poly puddin', the kind you like?
MRS. BRAMSON: I think so.
MRS. TERENCE: Something light. O.K. Good night.
She goes back into the kitchen. DAN scans the newspaper casually.
MRS. BRAMSON (inquisitive): What are you reading, dear?
DAN (breezily): Only the murder again. About the clues that wasn't any good.