[Both shouting to be heard over the wind]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: OK, Oates old boy! Time for our final checks!
Lawrence Oates: What?
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Let's have a look at some of this good old British equipment, shall we?
Lawrence Oates: Righto, Captain Scott, Sir!
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Thin woollen jumper that freezes when wet.
Lawrence Oates: [Feels his chest and gives a double thumbs up] Check!
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Scratchy woollen trousers, guaranteed to cause a rash.
Lawrence Oates: [Feels his legs and gives another double thumbs up] Check!
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Agonisingly hard leather boots.
Lawrence Oates: [Plants his leg on the sledge] Just put them on, Sir - I've got blisters already!
[Gives another double thumbs up]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Top hole! Insufficient food supplies.
Lawrence Oates: [Holds up a can and an apple] Check!
[Takes a bite out of the apple]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: That better not have been *my* half of the apple!
[Both laugh]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Absurdly heavy wooden sled that sticks to ice.
Lawrence Oates: [Lifts the sled, straining in the process] Check!
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Hardy sled dogs, perfect for the South Pole's weather conditions.
Lawrence Oates: [Shakes his head and waves his arms dismissively] No! Certainly not, Sir!
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: [laughs] Well done, Oates old boy - nearly got you! The Norwegians use those.
Lawrence Oates: The big *girls*!
[Both laugh]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Poor quality horses, ill suited to Antarctic terrain.
Lawrence Oates: [Counts, pointing into the distance, then indicates the number with his fingers] Six, Sir!
[a whinny, followed by a thud]
Captain Robert Falcon Scott: Better make that five!
