PIGGY: Piggy. (He lets go.) RALPH: Piggy! PIGGY: Piggy … But you’re not to tell anyone. Not anyone. RALPH: I won’t. Piggee! Piggee! PIGGY: Don’t. RALPH: Sorry … I won’t then … I’m Ralph. Look! PIGGY: Look where? RALPH: Look at this! PIGGY: What is it?
RALPH: It’s a shell. A conch. That’s what they call it. A conch.
PIGGY: I seen one. At my auntie’s friend’s house. I – RALPH: You blow in them, don’t you? PIGGY: I don’t. My assma …
RALPH: From down here. It’s like the fl ute. I’m in the orchestra. PIGGY: You what? RALPH: The fl ute. You know. Not the fl ute. The saxophone. Or the clarinet. PIGGY: Uh? RALPH: Don’t you know anything? It makes a … (A farting sound.) PIGGY: Oh what? Do it again then. Since you’re in the orchestra … Some orchestra. RALPH: You can, though! You can make a really good noise. If you get it right. PIGGY: Yeah?
RALPH: I bet there are people. I bet there are some others here. And I bet if I blow I’ll call them. They’ll come. I bet. And … PIGGY: And what? RALPH: I don’t know what …
PIGGY: Call ’em then. If they’re there let’s call ’em. Eh? Blow. And let ’em all come … Look! Over there.
