TOM BAKER NARRATING (I AM A LAZY CALIFORNIAN): "...After all, mustn't we each of us in his turn find doom, and, mayhap, that which lies beyond...?"
[THE KITCHEN OF A FLAT AT 23 FITZROY ROAD. MR. LUCAS TENTATIVELY ENTERS, AND COMES TO STAND ABOVE A WOMAN'S MODESTLY ATTIRED BUTTOCKS.]
MR. LUCAS: "Um, Sylvia dear, I don't know how American ovens work, but I daresay you'd know by now whether or not the pilot light is out.... Sylvia? I can tell there's more going on here. We've all noticed that something's been amiss with you for quite some time... Sylvia? Please talk to me... Fine! Have it your way! God, you are self-involved, though... Honestly, girl... Anyway, where are the children?"
[MR. LUCAS EXITS AS HE ENTERED...]