[Man:] "Blimey! I...I Suppose...that Was It."
[Woman:] "Wasn't It Light?"
[Man:] "Yea, Terrific. You--you Get Terrific Light With Those Bombs. Listen! A Dog!"
[Woman:] "What Does The Fallout Look Like, Dear?"
[Man:] "I Don't Know. The Government Director Neglected To Mention What It Would Look Like. I Expect It Would Look A Bit Like Snow Does, Only Gray. Very Quiet. I Expect They're All Are Having A Good Lie-in After The Bombing."
[Woman:] "Terrible Smell Of Burning."
[Man:] "Yes. Well There's Bound To Be. That's Logical..."
[Woman:] "It's Like...roast Meat."
[Man:] "Yes, It Does. I Expect Everybody Will Be Having Their Sunday Dinner A Bit Early This Week, Due To The Unexpected Circumstances..."
[Man:] "A Cloud Coming Up. Looks Like Rain. We'll Be Alright For Water Now For A While, My Dear."
[Woman:] "Do You Think Rainwater Is Alright To Drink?"
[Man:] "Oh Yes, Of Course It Is. There's Nothing Purer Than Rainwater, Is There? Everybody Knows That."
[Woman:] "Oh, Look! My Hair's Coming Out."

[Man:] "Hair's Coming Out."

[Woman:] "My Hair's Coming Out."
(Instrumental)