EMMA: Enough. I get it. And if you don't cut it out I will squeeze Dan's arm so hard it turns purple and explodes.

    RUPERT: Sorry, Em. We're just taking the mickey for old times.

    DAN: Yes, and I'd best enjoy it -- this may be my last chance, after all.

    EMMA: Last chance for what?

    DAN: To have you draped all over me.

    EMMA: GOOD GOD.

    RUPERT: It's for laughs, Em. I don't even think it looks like drapes.

    EMMA: You mean that?

    RON: Yep. I really duvet.

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