Mother and Son1984

Maggie Beare:
I'll get the sponge.

Arthur Beare:
No, maybe it's about time we face this. Maybe you should see someone.

Maggie Beare:
No, no, no visitors. You're sick.

Arthur Beare:
You need help, mum.

Maggie Beare:
Not just to give you a little sponge bath.

Arthur Beare:
I don't want a sponge bath. All I want is a sandwich, but you're not even able to do that.

Maggie Beare:
Alright, I suppose the sponge bath can wait.

Arthur Beare:
Where are you going?

Maggie Beare:
To get you a sandwich.

Arthur Beare:
You don't have to go out, you can make one here.

Maggie Beare:
No. No bread.

Arthur Beare:
There's plenty of bread in the freezer.

Maggie Beare:
No, I threw it out. Hard as a rock. Now I'll be back in a minute. What sort did you want?

Arthur Beare:
I don't care.

Maggie Beare:
But I care. I want to get this right.

Arthur Beare:
Roast beef, cheese and chutney.

Maggie Beare:
Roast beef, cheese and chutney. Roast beef, cheese and chutney. Righto, I'll be back in a whats-her-name. Roast beef, cheese and chutney.

Arthur Beare:
I can't wait to be an orphan.