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In the Office |
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Beattie |
You look tired, Connie. |
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Connie |
I couldn’t get off last night. I even had Dick throw a brick at my head to stun me but… |
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Beattie |
Have you tried jamming your head in the tumble-drier and switching on? |
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Connie |
No? |
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Beattie |
It worked for me. Then of course the body gets accustomed. |
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Connie |
Like deodorants. They work for a certain amount of time and then bang – people are backing away with handbags over their noses. |
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Beattie |
You’re not ponging too badly at the minute, Connie. |
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Connie |
I’ve had my armpits stripped. A peel-off paste. Quite simple to apply though it has marked my cork flooring. |
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Beattie |
Oh, do you have cork? We have tufted shag. |
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Connie |
We have to be able to mop, you see, with Dad’s habits… |
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Beattie |
Dicky bladder? |
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Connie |
We call him Dad, but… he can trot to the bogetory as neat as you please when he’s not engrossed, but if it’s Mavis Nicholson or the Cooking Canon then he won’t budge and there you are with it all over your adjustable seating. |
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Beattie |
Can’t you put him in a home? |
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Connie |
Well we could, but I’m using his head for a flower arrangement at the moment. |
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Beattie |
Is that an evening class? |
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Connie |
Yes. I put down for Ju Jitsu but I came out of the wrong lift. |
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Beattie |
What’s in your sandwiches? |
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Connie |
Soap powder. I think it’s these drugs I’m on. Quite nice though. What’s yours? |
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Beattie |
Coconut matting. I’m doing the high-fibre. |
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Connie |
Did you watch the news? |
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Beattie |
The nine o’clock? |
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Connie |
Yes. Nasty blouse. |
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Beattie |
We stayed up for News at Ten. Three bangles and a polo-neck, thank you. |
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Connie |
No, her ears are in the wrong place for a polo-neck. |
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Beattie |
You need to be Princess Di, really. |
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Connie |
They’ve the length of bone, haven’t they, royalty? |
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Beattie |
The Queen’s not got long bones. |
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Connie |
No, well she’s spent all that time stood about – with natives waggling their doodahs at her. |
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Beattie |
My cousin’s on Male Surgical and she’s very short, must be the same thing – the standing. |
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Connie |
Is that the one that went on Opportunity Knocks dressed as a cheese and tomato sandwich? |
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Beattie |
No, that was Madge. She didn’t win. She got out of rhythm with the xylophone. |
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Connie |
Our next-door’s had sex again last night. |
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Beattie |
Not again! |
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Connie |
I mean, I like a joke, but that’s twice this month. I could not think what the noise was. I though our central heating had come on a month early. And then somebody called out, ‘Don’t bother Ken, I’ll do it myself’, and I thought, well it can’t be the central heating. Have you got gas? |
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Beattie |
No, methane. Well I thought, why not, while I’m on the high-fibre… |
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Connie |
Does it work the cooker as well? |
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Beattie |
Oh yes, though a leg of pork takes seven days to cook through. |
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Connie |
I can’t keep it down, pork. Not since a Jehovah’s witness told me about their matting habits. |
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Beattie |
Pigs? What do they do? (She glances off.) |
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Connie |
They enjoy it. |
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Beattie |
They don’t. |
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Connie |
They do. Now, are you still having pork and pickle fancies for Shona’s wedding? |
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Beattie |
I’m not. |
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Phone rings. |
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Family Planning, can I help you? |
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Cast |
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Beattie |
Victoria Wood |
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Connie |
Julie Walters |
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First shown on Victoria—Wood As Seen on TV, on BBC2 in January 1985. |
© Victoria Wood
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