LIPA
Too late?
SAVVA
Yes, too late. Don't you hear the noise the crowd is making and the way they are running and pushing?
LIPA
I'll run, I'll run.
SAVVA
Keep still—sit down. (Forces her to sit down) Tony, did you hear?
They've exploded God.
TONY (looking at Savva's face in terror)
Savva, don't make me laugh. Turn your face away.