Dick. Can't I come and watch you wash up?
Sally. No, you can't. (She begins to undress him.)
Dick. I want my supper.
Sally. You can have it in bed.
Jim. You don't like Verity, lass?
Sally. And never did. What's he want with bothering round week after week? We're not his class.
Jim. Vote's what he's after, and it's a marvel to me what they will do for votes.
Sally. You'll do yourself no good with him, Jim.
Jim. I'm thinking so myself. He's a bit too keen on this recreation ground, Verity is. Been putting himself about something extraordinary. (Crosses to fireplace, taking pipe.) I fancy, you know, there's, something behind all this.
(The undressing of Dick advances.)