[Eustace is writing in his diary.]
Eustace: Dear diary, it is now day 253 since my wretched cousins Edmund and Lucy invaded our house. Not sure how much longer I can cope living with them, having to share my things. If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects, all my problems would be solved. I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall.
Lucy: I'm home! Hello?
[Hearing Lucy's voice, Eustace puts his diary in his sock, grabs sweets, and puts them in a bag.]
Eustace: Note to self, investigate legal ramifications of impaling relatives.
[Harold in sitting on an armchair reading a newspaper when Lucy walks through the living room and passes by him on her way to the kitchen.]
Lucy: Hello, Uncle Harold. I tried to find some carrots, but all they had were turnips again. [Puts the box on the table] Shall I start making soup? [Takes her coat off] Aunt Alberta's on her way home.
[Harold ignores Lucy.]
Lucy: Uncle Harold?
[Edmund sticks his tongue out at Harold.]
Eustace: [Standing on the stairs] Father. [Edmund turns to him] Edmund's making faces at you. [Spits a spitball into Edmund's neck]
Edmund: [Angrily runs up the stairs] Why, you little–
Eustace: Father, he's gonna hit me! [Cowers on the stairs]
[Edmund gets ready to attack Eustace, when Lucy calls out to him.]
Lucy: Edmund, look! [Holds a letter up] It's from Susan.
Eustace: Dear diary, it is now day 253 since my wretched cousins Edmund and Lucy invaded our house. Not sure how much longer I can cope living with them, having to share my things. If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects, all my problems would be solved. I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall.
Lucy: I'm home! Hello?
[Hearing Lucy's voice, Eustace puts his diary in his sock, grabs sweets, and puts them in a bag.]
Eustace: Note to self, investigate legal ramifications of impaling relatives.
[Harold in sitting on an armchair reading a newspaper when Lucy walks through the living room and passes by him on her way to the kitchen.]
Lucy: Hello, Uncle Harold. I tried to find some carrots, but all they had were turnips again. [Puts the box on the table] Shall I start making soup? [Takes her coat off] Aunt Alberta's on her way home.
[Harold ignores Lucy.]
Lucy: Uncle Harold?
[Edmund sticks his tongue out at Harold.]
Eustace: [Standing on the stairs] Father. [Edmund turns to him] Edmund's making faces at you. [Spits a spitball into Edmund's neck]
Edmund: [Angrily runs up the stairs] Why, you little–
Eustace: Father, he's gonna hit me! [Cowers on the stairs]
[Edmund gets ready to attack Eustace, when Lucy calls out to him.]
Lucy: Edmund, look! [Holds a letter up] It's from Susan.
[Eustace is writing in his diary.]
Eustace : Dear diary, it is now day 253 since my wretched cousins Edmund and Lucy invaded our house. Not sure how much longer I can cope living with them, having to share my things. If only one could treat relatives like one treats insects, all my problems would be solved. I could simply put them in a jar or pin them to my wall.
Lucy : I'm home! Hello?
[Hearing Lucy's voice, Eustace puts his diary in his sock, grabs sweets, and puts them in a bag.]
Eustace : Note to self, investigate legal ramifications of impaling relatives.
[Harold in sitting on an armchair reading a newspaper when Lucy walks through the living room and passes by him on her way to the kitchen.]
Lucy : Hello, Uncle Harold. I tried to find some carrots, but all they had were turnips again. [Puts the box on the table] Shall I start making soup? [Takes her coat off] Aunt Alberta's on her way home.
[Harold ignores Lucy.]
Lucy : Uncle Harold?
[Edmund sticks his tongue out at Harold.]
Eustace : [Standing on the stairs] Father. [Edmund turns to him] Edmund's making faces at you. [Spits a spitball into Edmund's neck]
Edmund : [Angrily runs up the stairs] Why, you little–
Eustace : Father, he's gonna hit me! [Cowers on the stairs]
[Edmund gets ready to attack Eustace, when Lucy calls out to him.]
Lucy : Edmund, look! [Holds a letter up] It's from Susan.
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