JOHN : What a strain!
MARIA : Oh, it’s good to sit down after all that standing.
JOHN : I could just sit here forever and ever, and never get up.
MARIA : I don’t think I’ve ever felt so totally drained in of my life.
JOHN : All that embarrassing talk, and the drink and the cigarette smoke- And the heat. I didn’t sleep very well last night either!
MARIA : We should’ve gone to bed earlier.
JOHN : But it’s funny we should feel so exhausted. After all, we’ve only been to a party.
MARIA : But what a party. I’ve never felt so foolish in my life.
JOHN : We must be getting old.
MARIA : I feel if I moved, my bones would break. And the soles of my feet!
JOHN: I haven’t felt so washed out for ages.
MARIA : Perhaps there’s something wrong with us. There must’ve been something in the drink.
JOHN : I hope not. The party was bad enough without that.
MARIA : Perhaps everyone at Lady Stoke-Newington’s is now stretched out on the floor.
HARRY : It won’t do, we must pull ourselves together. Come on! One, two, three up! You see at least I can stand on my feet – just. Come on Barbara! Activity will make you feel better.
MARIA : Oh, sit down. Don’t be so hearty. You don’t know how to relax.
JOHN : I’ll go and make some sandwiches and coffee. We’re probably just hungry, without knowing it.
MARIA : Go and do what you like as long as you leave me in peace.
JOHN : All right. I must make an effort.
MARIA : Solitude at last!
JOHN : Good God!
MARIA : What is it?
JOHN : D’you know? It’s incredible.
MARIA : What?
JOHN : There’s a man with a flowered shirt and long hair asleep on the floor in here. He’s got a guitar.
MARIA : Go on with you. You must be dreaming.
JOHN : No really.
MARIA : That’s all we need. Life is really too much for me.