Maurice1987

Alec Scudder:
Tomorrow's Thursday, Friday is packing, Saturday Southampton, so it's good-bye, Old England!

Maurice Hall:
You mean that you and I shan't meet again after now?

Alec Scudder:
That's right, you've got it quite correct.

Maurice Hall:
Stay with me.

Alec Scudder:
Stay? And miss my boat? You daft? What a bloody rubbish! Ordering about again you would.

Maurice Hall:
It's a chance in a thousand we met. You know it. Why don't you stay?

Alec Scudder:
Stay with you? How? And where? With your Ma? Oh yeah. What would she say if she saw me? All rough and ugly the way I am. And how would you run your job, I'd like to know?

Maurice Hall:
I have to chuck it.

Alec Scudder:
Your job in the city? What gives you money and position? You talk like a man who's never had to earn his living.

Maurice Hall:
You can do anything. Once you know what it is. We can live without money, without people. We can live without position. We're not fools. We're both strong. There'll be some place we can go.

Alec Scudder:
Wouldn't work, Maurice. We'll be ruined I suppose. Can't you see?