J: Yay! Now I don't 'ave to watch Sean and Rich, I can go skiing
Scott: No you can't, the lift's broken, so we can go now. Besides there's supposed to be a blizzard soon
Rich: No. I want to make more snowangels and snowmen. We can't go yet
**J throws a snowball at Rich, hitting him in the head and he falls to the ground**
J: I really want to go, Sean is scaring me. I know he's five years old, but he keeps talking to 'imself
ABs: 'e's just talking to Liam, 'is imaginary friend
J: If I didn't want to be a millionaire, I wouldn't 'ave wanted to join a band with a poof and a five-year-old who claims to be seventeen
Scott: Let's go
**In a car, driving just to find a place to go**
ABs: Oh no, the road is closed because of the storm
Scott: Look, there's a 'otel, let's stay there
Sean:Liam said the 'otel is a bad place and he doesn't want to go there
J: Sean, Liam is just imaginary. The 'otel is not a bad place. Besides, it's almost 3:30 and if we don't find a place to 'ave tea and crumpets, Scott will go mad
**They go into the hotel**
Hotel Owner: I'm glad you came, the agency said they'd be sending people to take care of the hotel **runs out before any of them can ask what's going on**
Sean: Liam's right, now we 'ave to stay in this bad place til winter's over
Rich: Oh no, I don't have enough make-up to last that long
J: No way am I staying 'ere with that **pointing at Rich**
ABs: It's 3:30 now, we 'ave to get the tea ready before Scott goes crazy from lack of sugar
**They run to the kitchen**
J: There's only enough tea and sugar for one person to last three months. Rich, that means no more tea parties with your dolls
Rich: That's not fair
ABs: Do you want Scott to go mad and kill us all? We'll let you make crumpets
**Rich puts on a pink apron and looks for ingredients to make crumpets. After Scott has his tea, they decide to explore the hotel**
Rich: They have a ballroom! And you guys said it was stupid to bring a ballgown on a ski trip
Scott: J, the bar is stocked!
ABs: Don't drink, it's bad, me mum told me so
**J and Scott walk over to the bar anyway**