I can't get up!

Happy birthday! - Should we go outside? - What? (Jane gazes at the stars) It makes me feel...small. Very small. All that out there. Us, here. (Joking) Don't worry. Galileo was wrong. St. Albans is absolutely the centre of the universe. (Meditatively) - Galileo died, 321 years ago today. - On your birthday? Changed the way we thought about everything. (after a pause) People are frightened of change... My father and I used to come out here in the middle of the night and look at stars. I actually saw a star die once. Course it actually happened about 200 000 years ago, but the news didn't reach St. Albans until 1956 - light's fast, but it isn't that fast. (apologetically) Sorry. Physics. They're all so far away. But they don't seem it, I mean, you feel like you might stretch and reach and you might just touch them. Better hurry up with your stretching and reaching because they're getting further away. What? The galaxies are moving away from us. The closer ones at about six million miles an hour and the distant ones at about two hundred million miles an hour. (suddenly) I believe in God. (hoping Stephen not offended) - Oh sorry, I just wanted to say it, I don't know why. - It's alright. (rhetorically) You said you felt small. Does God make you feel less small? (professorily) There's nothing wrong with feeling in science, feeling matters. All the best ideas are felt and argued about later. Einstein said he could feel in his little finger if an idea was right. (more personally) - So you're in good company. And you like Wagner. (correcting him) - Actually... - No, I don't. I think he's ... (shocked) - What? (with feeling) Pompous. And ridiculous. (affronted, because he adores Wagner) - Who do you like then? - Rachmaninoff. (unimpressed, Stephen makes a gesture of boredom) Phhhh... (not understanding) - What? - Nothing. Brahms? (Stephen again makes a gesture of boredom/disgust) (affronted in her turn) - Stephen? - I didn't say anything. (suggesting pop music instead) - The Beatles. (pretending he doesn't know about pop music) Who? (in her turn) (happy to be with him, let's not argue) - Nevermind. (romantically, but also jokingly) Jane? Yes? (quoting the title of a song by the Beatles) - Please, please me. (at first not understanding) - What? (quoting the title of another song by the Beatles) Love me, do. (they laugh) (suddenly concerned about the others) We should go in. (Stephen tries to get up...) - I can't get up. (assuming he is joking - in teasing way) - Come on. (Stephen has a genuine problem getting up) (not understanding Stephen's problem) Very funny! (urgently) I can't get up Jane! (finally understands) I'll go and get help. (Jane has gone...Stephen is frightened...) Hello? Jane? Hello? Can you hear me?