Scampi: Bones, bones.
Peter: Are you addressing me?
Peter: What did you say?
Scampi: I said no.
Scampi: Before that, I said bones bones.
Scampi: I’m not sure.
PETER SCRUTINISES HIS REFLECTION.
Scampi: That’s the complementary noise to your current activity.
Peter: Don’t be tiresome.
Scampi: I shall not.
Scampi: I move that we are in the woods. The sand trap, if you will.
Peter: Aren’t those two different places?
Scampi: Don’t be so fussy.
Peter: [SPUTTERS, LIKE A WET FLAME.]
Scampi: We just need to figure out which direction to head in. You see?
Peter: North, south, east, west.
Scampi: Where’s the one that I love best?
Scampi: As you are familiar with the nature of a compass rose.
Peter: I am.
Scampi: I needn’t point out that we might head north by north west. South by south east.
Peter: We might.
Scampi: You sound exhausted. Are you suffering from exhaustion?
Peter: I am not.
Scampi: You might be.
Scampi: Well, try and take it easy now. We don’t want you dropping like a cat.
Scampi: That’s what I’m saying. Now, let’s head in the direction of the sun, shall we?
Peter: If you like.
Scampi: But is the sun rising or setting?
Peter: It is difficult to tell.
Scampi: I suppose that’s why they call it an adventure.
Peter: I suppose so.
Scampi: Cheer up, Peter.
Peter: I am in perfectly good spirits.
Scampi: [snorts] Sunward, ho. Aren’t you coming?
Peter: Yes. I am.