G.B.H.1991

[In bed, Barbara Douglas lifts up the sheet and admires Michael Murray's "manhood"]

Barbara Douglas:
Oooh. What a big boy. What a nice friend to have. What do you call him?

Michael Murray:
Erm...

Barbara Douglas:
You don't have to stop to think, do you?

Michael Murray:
I dunno. He hasn't been christened. The priest objected.

Barbara Douglas:
I thought all men had a name for him. Yours would have to be a very *long* name.

Michael Murray:
You want me to tell you now?

Barbara Douglas:
Yes, I'm fascinated. Particularly right now. Really. I collect them.

Michael Murray:
Is that because you're an anthropologist?

[they both collapse in fits of giggles]

Barbara Douglas:
Only partly. Go on Michael, name names.

Michael Murray:
Nudger.

Barbara Douglas:
Very sweet. Very gentle, your Nudger. Tell you Nudger he can be a little more forceful now.