Happy-Go-Lucky2008

Poppy:
Where are you going?

Tramp:
Longest way out, shortest way home.

Poppy:
Oh, Sod's Law.

Tramp:
[whispering very softly] Is he gone?

Poppy:
Alright, you what?

Tramp:
[moves towards Poppy urgently, whispering] Is he gone?

Poppy:
Ease up! What?

Tramp:
[whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?

Poppy:
Is who gone?

Tramp:
[whispering] The rubber knocker man.

Poppy:
What?

Tramp:
[whispering with emphasis] The rubber knocker man.

Poppy:
Oh, the rubber knocker man! Why didn't you say?

Tramp:
[whispering urgently] Is he gone? Is he gone?

Poppy:
Yah yah, yah. He's gone, he's gone. [playing along, looking behind her] I see him. He's a-running. He's a-rubbing his knockers. He's gone.