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The women enter with two plates and a few uncooked potatoes. They dump the plates in front of the men.
| Timothy: | You call this dinner? |
| Belinda: | It's all you're getting. |
| Edward: | This is pathetic. |
| Ellen: | It's all you're getting. |
| Timothy: | This is pathetic. |
| Belinda: | There's a man stuck up the chimney and all you want is dinner. Don't you care? |
| Timothy: | No. |
| Belinda: | Don't you care about someones life? He's got a family and he's stuck up the chimney. |
| Edward: | It's a chimney sweep. |
| Ellen: | It's a poor boy! |
| Edward: | It's a chimney sweep. There's others. |
| Timothy: | We won't be needing one in future any way. We've no fire place. |
| Belinda: | Of course we've got a fire place. Because you board it up doesn't mean to say we haven't got one. |
| Edward: | I want some dinner! |
| Ellen: | Problems don't go away just because you've put a sofa in front of it. The poor man's got a family! |
| Timothy: | You said he was a boy. |
| Belinda: | You can't hide all your problems behind the sofa. |
| Timothy: | Oh God, this is impossible. |
| Edward: | Hysterical women claiming there's a bogey-man up the chimney. |
| Timothy: | I want dinner. |
| Belinda: | Well eat it! |
Sudden silence.
| Belinda: | Eat it! |
| Timothy: | Uncooked spuds? |
| Ellen: | Pretend they're cooked. You seem to have no trouble pretending there's no one up the chimney. |
Long silence.
| Edward: | It's always the same. I want a kid but she says there's too many people in the world all ready. Now the chimney sweep's dead, let's do it. |
Silence.
| Timothy: | Come on, Eddie, we'll find our own food. |
The men exit. Silence.
| Voice: | (from chimney) Help! |
| Ellen: | Oh dear! |