Extract from script:
JANE: It’s so cold.
GEORGE: Is that why you’re wearing your fur cape, and your thick gloves, and your hood with the silver fox fur on it made out of Mother’s old muff?
JANE: You’re wearing your overcoat with the three capes, and your blanket, and Father’s sealskin travelling cap with the pieces that come down over your ears.
GEORGE: I’ve never been so cold in our own garden before. But it’s worth it, to see all the fireworks.
JANE: Let’s light our own firework. (They light the firework, which fizzes a bit and soon goes out)
GEORGE: That was a rotten firework. Let’s get up on the fence so that we can see the ones from next door. And the fireworks at the Crystal Palace are even better. (They climb up on the fence)
JANE: Look… look, can you see that over there? Far away, at the edge of the dark world.