As they start to empty out her wardrobes to sort the clothing into charity shop, or send to Africa, or throw away, the sisters start to laugh together. Teresa seems unaware of the inconsistencies of sending ball gowns to Zimbabwe. They each choose an evening dress and giggle away at the effect, dressing up like children.
The Dumb Waiter is a quintessential early Pinter play from 1960, one that feels almost Beckettian if not absurdist. It is set in a room, a situation with bags of sinister mystery with just two players. I always think of what the French writer Jean Anouilh said about Waiting for Godot on seeing Beckett's play for the first time in Paris in 1953. "Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful."