"Gerald. We need to talk."
"Marjorie!" He turned and switched on the kitchen light. "I thought you'd be in bed."
"This can't go on Gerald. You come in late, you leave before the children get up, you're in the office all weekend and on top of that you go on business trips. We never talk. I never see you. We never see you."
"It's late. I'm tired. You're tired. Can this wait until the morning?"
"When you have a breakfast meeting to go to?"
"Hush darling. Hush. We're... it's just a bad patch. We'll get through it. I'll make it up..."
"Mummy Mummy!" cried a voice.
"Bobby? What are you... go back to bed."
"No Mummy! Look! ROBOT DEATH TANK!"
Looking out the window they could see ROBOT DEATH TANK. They fled.