 C.: Children, now please remember, fireworks can be dangerous. You mustn't stand too close.
L.: It's a marvellous guy. Did the children make it themselves?
C.: Well, with a little help from Alan. More wine?
L.: No, thanks. These baked potatoes are delicious, Cathy. (WHOOSH) You must have spent a fortune on fireworks.
C.: Yes. Alan tends to get rather carried away. He bought hundreds of sparklers. He enjoys it as much as the children. (BANG) Oh, those awful bangers. I can't stand the noise. I think I'll go and clear up the kitchen a bit...
In
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kitchen
L.: I thought I'd come and give you a hand.
C.: Thanks, but you needn't bother. I'll just stick it all in the dishwasher. I meant to get some paper plates but I just didn't get round to it.
A.: Oh, there you are. Come on. We're having the grand finale.
L.: Oh, okay. Come on Cath. We mustn't miss the grand finale.
C.: Oh, all right. No more bangers though, Alan.
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