Rock & Chips2010

Joan Trotter:
What about Reg? He might come down to Bournemouth looking for us.

Freddie Robdal:
He'll only come down once. That's a big ocean.

Joan Trotter:
Don't say things like that.

Freddie Robdal:
Reg knows what'll happen if he makes a nuisance of himself. I know you can find his IQ on a dice, but he ain't that stupid.

[Joan smiles]

Freddie Robdal:
I'm out soon, and that's when our lives begin. Just keep thinking of us down on that beach. If it's a nice day, we can jump in the boat, sail out to sea and have a picnic in France.

Joan Trotter:
[Faltering with joy] Oh shut up...

Freddie Robdal:
Then we'll sail back, in time for little'un to get into bed, ready for school in the morning. He'll love it.

Joan Trotter:
I know he will. He's got a name. Rodney.

Freddie Robdal:
[Half uneasy] Yeah, I know. You know, some people use their middle name instead of their first. Has he got a middle name?

Joan Trotter:
Charlton.

Freddie Robdal:
[Discreetly but obviously disappointed] Yeah, Rodney'll love it.

Joan Trotter:
But what about my Derek? My eldest son, I mean, I don't want to just leave him, not the way he is. I wanna make sure he's OK.

Freddie Robdal:
Well he's a teenager. He can look after himself, can't he?

Joan Trotter:
No, I'd worry about him. I've got to make sure he's settled before we run off.