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!!
