NEIGHBOURS (UK)
The Cameron's bedroom. David is
looking out of the window.
SAMANTHA: David. Relax. Come to bed.
CAMERON: I can't. What with those
neighbours, and UKIP.
SAMANTHA: [Laughing] UKIP.
CAMERON: I fail to see what's funny
about...
SAMANTHA: You can't kip because of
UKIP. Heh!
CAMERON: Oh. Really. Hilarious.
SAMANTHA: But who needs all that silly
old...
CAMERON: Me. That's who needs it. I
need to lead the nation into...
SAMANTHA: The eighteenth century?
CAMERON: That's right! The...no. The
recovery, the future...
SAMANTHA: Fat chance of recovery with
George next door at number eleven. Fat-cat recovery, more like.
CAMERON: Oh no. What's he doing now?
SAMANTHA: Who? Wayne-oh?
CAMERON: Wayne-oh? Jesus...
SAMANTHA: Yeah, he's Wayne-oh. To his
mates, like. I'm Samster...
CAMERON: 'Sanster'...
SAMANTHA: Yeah. Like 'hamster' but with
a...
CAMERON: OK. Thanks. I get it...
He heads to the door.
SAMANTHA: Where're you going?
CAMERON: Downstairs. I need to think.
SAMANTHA: Well, remember we're over
Wayne-oh's place tomorrow for beers and...
CAMERON: [Pulls a face of disgust]
Beers?
SAMANTHA: Yeah. It's Chiff's birthday.
CAMERON: Who?
SAMANTHA: Chiffon. Wayne-oh's neice.
CAMERON: Dear god. [He slams the door
on the way out].
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