Jim: "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!"
Hilda: "What does the fallout look like, dear?"
Jim: "I don't know. The government director neglects to mention what it would look like. Why, I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. Very quiet in there. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in after the bombing."
Hilda: "Terrible smell of burning."
Jim: "Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..." Hilda: "It's like...roast meat."
Jim: "Yes, suppose it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."
Jim: "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for a while, my dear."
Hilda: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
Jim: "Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."