Saffron
Mum, come one, please. There's a fire in the kitchen.
Edina
I'm trying to put something on, sweetie.
Saffron
We're going to die if we don't get out now. It doesn't matter what you wear. Come on.
Edina
Oh, God, I just hate all my clothes. Why have I never got anything to wear. What shall I put on? What, what, what shall I put on? I'm just fat, fat, fat. Why won't my cells stop dividing and multiplying?
Saffron
Mum, there is a fire downstairs...

Saffron
What do you think could have caused it?
Fireman
Could have been a cigarette.
Edina
Patsy!
Saffron
Where was she?
Edina
Down there! (indicating kitchen) Where's she gone, darling? She can't be down there. She could never let six grown men out alive. She can't be here...

Saffron
She's inhaled our kitchen.

Edina
You cannot give these sort of clothes to the poor! Well, I'm sure they've got enough to contend with, without the added humiliation of wearing last-season, sweetie.

Mother
Electric Shock Treatment. It's all highly addictive. I still can't pass a plug socket without getting the urge to put my finger in.

Edina
I did tell you the facts of life, didn't I, sweetie?
Saffron
If you mean that time you sat on my bed and shook me awake at two o'clock in the morning, stoned out of your brain, and then slurred into my ear 'By the way, sweetie, people have it off', then, yes, you told me the facts of life.

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