PIGGY: Why not? … If they weren’t they’d be here. Organisin’. And worse things happen. My auntie says … RALPH: What does your auntie say? PIGGY: A lot … head really hurts. (Uses inhaler.) RALPH: I’m sorry. PIGGY: That’s why I can’t swim. RALPH: Why? PIGGY: Assma. RALPH: ‘Assma’? PIGGY: Asthma. I get it … Quite badly in fact. RALPH: Do you? PIGGY: Quite badly. Maybe they’re all dead anyway. RALPH: What? PIGGY: Here. Here. Everywhere. All over. RALPH: Don’t be stupid. PIGGY: Could be. They got those bombs now … could …
RALPH: They’re not all dead, stupid. Not everyone in England, stupid. Not the whole of the British Isles. Not our parents. (He moves centre stage and does a handstand.) PIGGY: Could be …That’s good! RALPH: It’s easy. You try! PIGGY: Can’t. RALPH: Come on. If you know so much … PIGGY: Can’t. RALPH: Give us your feet. I’ll pull you … PIGGY: Oh blimey. RALPH: What’s your name? PIGGY: What? RALPH: What’s your name?