Mr Hg: Oh, he’s not serious… it’s only banter.
Mrs Hg: Banter? That’s not banter, that’s just taking the piss. No one takes the piss out of my husband. That’s MY job.
Mr Hg smiles.
Mrs Hg: Why are you smiling? Is it fear? You’re always bloody smiling, what have you got to be so happy about?
Mr Hg: Life is sweet at the moment.
Mrs Hg [quietly and ominously]: Life is WHAT?
A storm gathers in her eyes. Mr Hg turns and walks away very quickly, before the thunder starts.
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