Sam : So, she's living at home again? Hilda : For the time being anyway. Sam : And we're supposed to start supporting her again. At thirty years old? Hilda : Well, Sam, we don't know anything for sure yet. It could be a very temporary arrangement. You know how Janey changes her mind so quickly. Sam : Well, I hope it's temporary. I hope it's very temporary. Gary enters from the house carrying a beer and a sandwich.

Hilda : It'll be fine, dear. Sam : I suppose it could be worse. I mean she doesn't eat as much as Gary does. Gary : Hi, Dad. Sam : Gary? What are you doing here? (to Hilda) What's he doing here? Hilda : Gary lost his job and is on the run from a bookie. He's lying low here. (to Gary) Is that what they call it, dear? Lying low? Gary : That's it. Sam notices the sandwich in Gary's hand.

Sam : Is that a sandwich? Gary : Yeah. Sam : You're eating a sandwich? Gary : Yeah. Sam : And is that a Black Label? You're drinking my ten-cents-a-bottle Black Label beer and eating a five-cent sandwich? Who said you could drink my Black Label beer? Gary : I'll pay you for it. Sam : How, Gary? How will you pay me for it? I just heard a rumour that you're out of work. If that's true, how will you pay me for my Black Label beer? Tell me, because I'm very curious! Hilda : Sam, calm down. Gary, take your father inside and get him a beer and explain everything to him. I've got to get this laundry in and I haven't even started supper yet. Gary and Sam move towards the house.

Gary : That's a nice console television set you got. Sam : You keep your hands off that television set. And no more sandwiches!!.