Waiting for God1990

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Diana:
[reading brochure] Play now, pay later; join the eighteen to thirty club.

Tom:
Oh, just the ticket.

Diana:
Don't be so silly, Tom. For you they'd need a seventy to dead club.

Tom:
What a terrible idea!

Diana:
Money back if you conk out before take-off; all windsurfers equipped with walking frames; complimentary oxygen in every room.

Tom:
That's enough, Diana.

Diana:
You know, you and I ought to go to some of these resorts; parade naked up and down the beaches with placards saying: "Hello, young people, we are your future.

Tom:
That is quite appalling.