"Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
"Wasn't it light?"
"Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!"
"What does the fallout look like, dear?"
"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."
"Terrible smell of burning."
"Yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..."
"It's like...roast meat."
"Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."
"A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for a while, my dear."
"Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
"Oh yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."
"Oh, look! My hair's coming out."