Mary: [over the phone] Some of the bombs landed close to the London House.
RAF Captain George Crawley: Well is everything still there?
Mary: [over the phone] I’m not sure, Anna shut the curtains.
George: Did you try the Fire Department?
Mary: [over the phone] Well I thought about it.
George: Are you OK? Are you hurt?
Mary: [over the phone] No I’m fine. I’m fine.
Mary: [over the phone] Well they were a bit… close.
George: [concerned] Mom, are you hit?
Mary: [over the phone] No… But Henry has.
George: [calmly] Oh, OK.
RAF Mechanic Sybil Branson: *eating George’s Chocolate bar* Is Mama hit?
George: [to Sybbie] No, Henry is.
Sybbie: [calmly] Oh, OK.
George: Listen, Mom, what sort of state is he in?
Mary: [over the phone] Oh, he’s fine. Bit under the weather.
George: I see.
Sybbie: What’s the deal?
George: [to Sybbie] We may have to kill my step-dad.
Sybbie: [Calmly Shrugs and continues to eat]
Mary: No, George, it’s fine. There’s no need to make a fuss. Me and your father are fine!
George: He’s not my dad!
Mary: Oh, George …
Sybbie: [In George’s ear] We’re coming to get you, Mama!
George: [Pushes Sybbie back in annoyance and hangs up]
LATER AT THE AIRFIELD
Sybbie: What’s the plan then?
[cuts to dream sequence]
George: We take the staff car, we drive over to Granny and Donk’s London House, we go in, take care of Henry - “I’m so sorry, Henry” - then we grab Mom, we go over to Victoria’s place, hole up, have a cup of Joe and wait for this whole thing to blow over.
Sybbie: Why have we got to go to Aunt Rose’s place to check on Victoria?
George: Because we do.
Sybbie: But she dumped you!
George: I have to know if she’s all right!
George: Because I love her!
Sybbie: All right… gayyy… I’m not staying there, though.
George: Why not?
Sybbie: If we hole up, I wanna be somewhere familiar, I wanna know where the exits are, and I wanna be allowed to smoke.
[cuts to dream sequence again]
George: We take the staff car, go round Mom’s, go in, deal with Henry- “Sorry, Henry!” - grab Mom, go to Victoria’s, pick her up, bring her back here, have a cup of Coffee and wait for this whole thing to blow over.
George: No, no, no, no, no, wait, we can’t bring her back here.
Sybbie: Why not?
George: [looks out at the damaged airfield] Well, it’s not really safe, is it?
Sybbie: Yeah, look at the state of it. And you’ve been shot down twice since Dunkirk.
George: Where’s safe? Where’s familiar?
Sybbie: Where can I smoke?
[George and Sybbie pause then slowly make a realization]
George: [cuts to dream sequence a third time] Take car. Go to Mom’s. Kill Henry - “Sorry.” - grab Victoria, go to Downton, have a nice cold pint with Marigold and Thomas, and wait for all of this to blow over. How’s that for a slice of fried gold?
Okay, here’s the plan. Take the car, go to Sam’s, kill Pierce - sorry, Pierce- grab Bucky, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How’s that for a slice of fried gold?
since everyones gettin kinda pissed off by the new dash, i suggest we take the car, go to mum’s, kill phil - “sorry.” - grab liz, go to the winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over
The plan is as follows: we shall take the chariot, journey to the home of mine mother, execute Phillip, take with us Elizabeth, travel forth to the Winchester, drink deeply of its brews, and patiently await for this storm of misfortunes to pass us by.
- Rosencrantz, Hamlet
Take the car, go to Mum’s, kill Phil, grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all this to blow over. - Shaun, Shaun of the Dead