My birthday's on Thursday
Ruth: It's my birthday on Thursday. My sixth birthday.
Arthur: My seventh birthday's on the 13th of next month, so I'm—let me think— 333 days older than you, Ruth.
Ruth: Do you always put your thumb in your mouth when you're doing arithmetic, Arthur?
Arthur: My tooth's loose, Ruth. See? I like maths. I came fourth out of 33. My father's a mathematician.
Ruth: My father's an author. He writes for the theatre. We're very wealthy. When I'm 30 I'll have a thousand pounds.
Arthur: I'm going to be an Olympic athlete. I may be thin but Mr Smith says I've got the strength of three. Watch me. I'll throw this thing the length of the path.
Ruth: Oh Arthur! You've thrown earth all over us both. I'm filthy! Now they'll make me have a bath!
Practise a jazz chant.