The Fallout

Man: Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.
Woman: Wasn't it light?
Man: Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!

Woman: What does the fallout look like, dear?

Man: Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing.

Woman: Terrible smell of burning.
Man: Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical...
Woman: It's like...roast meat.
Man: Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances...

Man: A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear.
Woman: Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?
Man: Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.

Woman: Oh, look! My hair's coming out.