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Jim: Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.

Hilda: Wasn't it light?

Jim: Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!

Hilda: What does the fallout look like, dear?

Jim: Fallout? 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.

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, 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.

Hilda: Oh, look! My hair's coming out.

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