INT. A PUB. TWO COUPLES, MIKE & JEN AND BOB & CARLA, ARE SAT AT A TABLE. MIKE IS LARGE AND LOUD, JEN IS MOUSEY AND QUIET.
BOB (RISING)
Right who is drinking what?
CARLA
Red wine, a large one this time!
BOB
Whatever you say, precious.
THE TONE SUGGESTS SOME TENSION BETWEEN BOB AND CARLA.
BOB
And for you Jen? (WEARILY) A small mineral water?
JEN
Please.
BOB
Boddies, Mike?
MIKE
Yeah, but had best be just a half.
BOB DOES A THEATRICAL DOUBLE TAKE.
MIKE
Got to be up early tomorrow. Off to Amsterdam.
BOB (POKING IN MIKE'S GENERAL DIRECTION WITH HIS ELBOW)
Amsterdam, eh, eh?
MIKE
That's right, city of mind-altering cookies, and big women (MAKES 'KNOCKERS' GESTURE WITH HIS HANDS) stood in shop windows half in the nip.
CARLA
Why are you going to Amsterdam, Mike?
MIKE (SMIRKING)
Sales conference.
BOB
Sales conference. You, dog you! Sorry, Jen! Right who is giving me a hand?
MIKE
Lead on, squire.
BOB AND MIKE LEAVE.
CARLA
Jen, not my business, but doesn't it worry you? I mean, Amsterdam! And we all know about sales conferences.
JEN (SHE GIVES A SMALL SMILE)
No.
JEN FISHES IN HER HANDBAG AND TAKES SOMETHING OUT.
CARLA
But Mike could get up to, well, anything!
JEN
Not without these.
SHE HOLDS OUT HER PALM. ON IT ARE TWO SQUIDGY PINK SPHERICAL OBJECTS.
