L.A. 7

Paul:
There is a small problem.

Jo:
What?

Paul:
We’ve run out of petrol.

All:
Oh.

Tina:
How can you run out of petrol, you complete muffin?

Jo:
You realize that if you don’t put the petrol in the car. It stops.

Paul:
All right. It’s not my fault. I forgot to look at the petrol gauge.

Rachel:
So what are we gonna do now?

Bradley:
Jo’ll fix it.

Jo:
It’s run out of petrol, Bradley. How can I fix that?

Bradley:
I don’t know. Maybe you could, um, change engine up a little bit and make it run on some word or some leaves or... (slaps himself) or some mashed-up mosquitoes.

Rachel:
Yeah, right.

Jon:
Bradley, why don’t you ever talk any sense?

Bradley:
Because it’s too easy.

Rachel:
Next to you to suggest that we dig for oil and turn that into petrol and put that in the car.

Hannah:
You’re right. That’s ridiculous.

Rachel:
Exactly.

Hannah:
How are we gonna dig without a shovel?

Jon:
Look, guys. There’s only one thing for us to do. Some of us are gonna go and look for some petrol while the other guys stay here.

Bradley:
What? We’re going then?

Jon:
Well, I think Paul should go.

Paul:
Why me?

Jon:
Because you’re the one that forgot to look at the petrol gauge.

Paul:
But Jo forgot to look at the petrol gauge as well, so why doesn’t she go?

Jo:
Cos I weren’t driving, you hoof. What about Rachel?

Rachel:
Why me?

Jo:
Cos you get spooked easily. This might help you get over it.

Rachel:
Oh thanks, Jo.

Paul:
What about Jon?

Jon:
Or Bradley?

Bradley:
Or maybe Hannah.

Hannah:
What are you saying me for?

Bradley:
Because no one’s mentioned your name yet.

Hannah:
I could even see you mentioned that.

Bradley:
Yeah, but you just sit there all the time, right.