(Freda is chatting with Penty, a soldier whom she met on the train to Southport.)
PENTY BARTHOLOMEW
I've got a present for you.
FREDA ASHTON
Oh!
PENTY
Now, the next time you go trout fishing in Somerset, you use that.
(He hands her a fishing lure.)
FREDA
Oh, it's lovely!
(She examines the colourful lure.)
FREDA
Did you make it?
PENTY
Yeah. Oh, it's a... It's a fly. You see, uh, that attracts the fish. Then when they bite on it, they're caught on a hook.
(Freda continues to study her gift.)
PENTY
It's a bit like a woman.
FREDA
(teasing)
What do you know about women?
PENTY
Oh...not very much. What do you know about men?
FREDA
Oh, not much.
(They both laugh.)
PENTY
I won't be seeing you again, I suppose.
FREDA
No, I suppose not.
PENTY
Well, it's a funny old war, isn't it?
FREDA
(nodding her head)
Mmm.
(from "Lend Your Loving Arms" by Geoffrey Lancashire)