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Mr Craven: Jenny phoned earlier...

Mrs Craven: You didn’t tell us you earned a weigh-in badge. Can I see it?

Violetta: Chucked it

Mrs Craven: Honey, I wanted to put it on the fridge! Any chance to celebrate your achievements. It’s been a while, let’s be honest.

Mr Craven: Positive language, dear...

Mrs Craven: But not if it’s lies, surely?

Mr Craven: Anyway, she was saying we should try to spend more time with you. So we were thinking maybe you could come with us to the spa this year.

Violetta: And prevent your infamous drinking contests? I couldn’t live with myself.

Mrs Craven: Oh honey, you can get drunk too

Mr Craven: Should we really be...?

Mrs Craven: She’s nineteen, dear

Mr Craven: I suppose we all deserve a chance to kick back sometimes

Violetta: But who would look after Sylvia?

Mrs Craven: She can look after herself

Mr Craven: I’ll say. Old head on young shoulders, that one. She should probably be looking after us.

Violetta: Thanks for the offer, but therapy is my holiday