Quartet Page #5

They just don't exist.

And Freni

was such a wonderful Desdemona.

Oh, I loved singing that role.

It was so easy for me.

Poor thing.

She's having such a hard time.

- Cissy, canasta! You've won!

- I win! I win!

- You cheated.

- Nonsense.

- How dare you.

- Any of you seen...?

Who is that smoking?

- George and Harry.

- Nobody, nothing.

I don't know how many times I have

told you, smoking kills. Put those out.

- What?

- Drop them on the floor, please.

- Thank you.

- Oh, for goodness sake.

Give them a break.

George is 78, Harry's 82.

Suppose they were

to stop smoking,

how much longer are they

going to live, a week?

It would probably rain

that week, anyway.

- You are a bad influence, Wilfred.

- I think so.

- Have you seen Reginald?

- He went to bed early.

Don't worry about him. He's as tough

as a monkey's tit, our Reggie.

I think we should worry

more about Jean Horton.

Ms Horton?

- Are you alright?

- Yes.

Isn't it a lovely room?

Well, you've had a very long day.

You might want to retire early.

Yes, I've not yet

entered second childhood,

so please don't talk to me

as though I have.

Just leave me be. And I'll

take my meals in my room.

Uh... we don't usually

serve the residents in their rooms.

I presume you do when the residents

are unwell. I am unwell.

Well, I... I hope you

feel better soon.

# So, please, sir, we much regret

If we have failed in etiquette

# Towards a man of rank so high

We shall know better by and by

# But youth, of course,

must have its fling

# So pardon us, so pardon us

# And don't,

in girlhood's happy spring

# Be hard on us,

be hard on us... #

- Where do you want it, Nobby?

- That's it, yeah.

# But youth, of course,

must have its fling, so pardon us... #

# La, la, la, la, la,

la, la, la, la. #

Yoo-hoo, Nobby!

Hello, big boy.

- Morning, Ms Robson.

- I'm coming right down.

Good morning, Nobby!

# La, la, la, la, la,

la, la, la, la. #

Reggie?

# You're the foundation,

I'm the cornerstone

# I'm born famous,

I'm sorta known

# And if your son doesn't,

I bet your daughter knows... #

Toccata and Fugue In D Minor

- Oh.

- Excuse me.

This room is occupied, Wilf.

Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, and don't

do your toes the same colour,

it's considered gauche.

No breeding.

Doctor, have you seen Reggie?

Yes. He's using the computer

in my office.

Thanks.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Oh.

You OK, Mr Bond?

Mr Bond, are you OK?

I'm... just a bit dizzy.

I'm fine. Fine.

Ooh.

Reg? You OK?

- Can I get you a coffee?

- I'm preparing my talk.

Anything?

Reg? Coffee?

Close the door behind you, please.

Yeah. OK.

# I said, b*tch, listen up... #

Well, come in.

Jean?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes