- Dr. Jo Hardy: [Professor Hardy comes into his living room in his pyjamas, sipping from a coffee cup and carrying a folder. He puts down the folder on the piano and opens up the curtains, wincing and shaking his head at the bright morning light. His wife Jo enters the room. He picks up the folder and seems very interested in its contents] John? John? Has the post come?
- [She notices the post on the piano and picks it up]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: What's that?
- [referring to the folder he is absorbed in]
- Prof. John Hardy: Oh, just some equipment. 257 pounds 16 shillings and 9 pence. I'm thinking of purchasing it. Hmmph! Isn't that fascinating?
- [shows her the brochure in the folder]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: Well, you've got a camera!
- Prof. John Hardy: Oh, not for this sort of work. Oh no, it is, really is, a necessity!
- Dr. Jo Hardy: [Jo opens a letter and seems alarmed at its contents] Oh no!
- Prof. John Hardy: What?
- Dr. Jo Hardy: It's the estimate for the roof. John, they want 250 pounds!
- Prof. John Hardy: What?
- Dr. Jo Hardy: Well, it's got to be done.
- Prof. John Hardy: What! Now?
- [They both turn and look up at the ceiling]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: It's a necessity!
- [Looks at John a little smugly]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: [Professor Hardy is working in his laboratory preparing slides. His wife Jo enters] John, it's getting cold!
- [He takes no notice of her, engrossed in his work]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: It's on the table!
- [He still ignores her and she comes right up behind him]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: Roast lamb!
- Prof. John Hardy: [He continues to study the enlarged image on the screen of his electronic microscope and adjusts the focus] Ha! It's a different blood group!
- Dr. Jo Hardy: Oh, where's it from?
- Prof. John Hardy: That jacket! Two different lots of blood stains on it.
- Dr. Jo Hardy: Well, which is Houghton's?
- Prof. John Hardy: [Pointing to the screen] That's Houghton's blood group. I'm going to ring Fleming!
- [He walks towards the phone]
- Dr. Jo Hardy: [Jo grabs him by the shoulders and turns him to face her] After dinner!
- Prof. John Hardy: Oh! is it ready?
- [Jo takes his hand and leads him away]
- Prof. John Hardy: What are we having?
- [Jo looks back at him in exasperation]