[first lines]
Ron: Sorry I woke you. Forgot my keys.
Gary: I was in the middle of a dream where I was trapped in an Anderson shelter with Vera Lynn.
Ron: Then I got here just in time.
Gary: Don't you have a go at Vera. You might see her as some old dear who just bashes out endless renditions of 'The White Cliffs of Dover', but in my other life she's a major babe: Gary Sparrow's Rear of the Year 1941.
Ron: There's no satisfying you, is there? Two birds on the go, and still you dream about her.
Gary: Yeah, well, as Yvonne is five and a half thousand miles away in Korea and Phoebe has gone into her 'no sex, please, we're pregnant' mode, all I can do is dream about her.