TREVOR: You know I always have a drink with the lads on a
LUCY: And what about me, stuck here with the baby getting
your dinner? I wish I had time to go out on a Saturday morning.
TREVOR: Oh come on, love. Don't nag or I'll miss the kick-off.
Now, what's for dinner?
LUCY: You promised to start decorating the hall this week-end.
What about that?
TREVOR: I never did. The weekend of the big match? Come on,
(Sits at table, picks up knife and fork and bangs them on
LUCY: (shouting) I'm not your slave. Get your own dinner.
TREVOR: All right, maybe I will. There's other places to
eat than here, you know.
(Trevor goes out and slams the door)