The King exits stage left.

[agoldenchain]

Comments

Prudence.

[agoldenchain]

True. This isn't Nepal.

You're bringing snacks.

Rick.

[strucktwelve]

Nothing quite marks up to Nepal.

I'm bringing snacks!

Prudence.

[agoldenchain]

We've not got time for snacks. I've a plane waiting for us at a private airfield. We have to leave immediately.

Rick.

[strucktwelve]

Vending machine! Two seconds!

Prudence.

[agoldenchain]

Is the vending machine in your flat?

Rick.

[strucktwelve]

Directly outside the premises thereof?

JESUS, how do they not have Mars bars?

Prudence.

[agoldenchain]

What kind of establishment doesn't endorse Mars bars? Never mind, don't give it your money. I'm sure they'll have Mars bars in Dusseldorf.

Rick.

[strucktwelve]

We're not going to have anything to eat and you're going to whine the whole way there --

FINE.

Prudence.

[agoldenchain]

Good Lord, woman, we are not going for kicks, oh for christ's sake just put some biscuits in your bag and meet me three blocks from your flat.