CYRIL

[briskly] Hello — Mum. Tea ready? MRS PEARSON: No. CYRIL: [moving to the table; annoyed] Why not? MRS PEARSON: [coolly] I couldn’t bother. CYRIL: Feeling off-colour or something? MRS PEARSON: Never felt better in my life. CYRIL: [aggressively] What’s the idea then? MRS PEARSON: Just a change. CYRIL: [briskly] Well, snap out of it, Ma — and get cracking. Haven’t too much time. [Cyril is about to go when Mrs Pearson’s voice checks him.]