SARAH: I will not be spoken to like that. [tearful now] I will not have you raising your voice to me like that. Just who do you think it is you’re talking to?

REG: I think, like you, I’m talking to a brick wall. I’m going for a walk.

SARAH: [hysterically] All right, go. Go on then. Go, you beastly little man.

[Sarah snatches up the biscuit tin and hurls it at Reg. It hits the wall, biscuits fly in all directions]