INTERVIEWER and MISS CHAVCOCK
INTERVIEWER:
So Miss Chavcock, what makes you suitable for this job?
CHAVCOCK:
Nuffin'.
INTERVIEWER:
I see. Well, what experience have you got?
CHAVCOCK:
Sod f**kin' all. Just the kids since I got knocked up.
INTERVIEWER:
You do want this job?
CHAVCOCK:
(LOOKS SKYWARD AND ROLLS EYES IN AMUSED DISBELIEF) F**k no. Social sent me.
INTERVIEWER:
You've no interest in our work at all?
CHAVCOCK:
You're joking.
INTERVIEWER:
No knowledge of our organisation?
CHAVCOCK:
(EMPHATICALLY) No.
INTERVIEWER:
And you say on your application (PICKS UP PAPER) you'll just (READS) "talk a load of bull" to our clients.
CHAVCOCK:
(SMILING, REMEMBERING THE BULLSHIT FORM) Yer. (BEAT, IMPATIENTLY) Can I go now?
INTERVIEWER:
Certainly. (BEAT) But nine o'clock Monday, please. Welcome to the Home Office!