Nelly: I suppose you've heard I lost my job?
Pearlie: I did. What are ye goin' to do aboot it?
Nelly: I'll have to look for another one.
Pearlie: Ye'll need to. Ye cannae expect Bert tae keep ye sittin' aboot like a lady!
Nelly: Aye you're right there. It would take one of us to be working.
Pearlie (disapprovingly) : Who put that oul collar on the cat?
Nelly: Bert did.
Pearlie: Och well. I suppose it's a good idea. Has it a bell on it?
Nelly: Aye it has.
Pearlie: That'll keep him off the wee birds then.
Nelly: Do you want some dinner?
Pearlie: What is it?
Nelly: A nice bit of chicken.
Pearlie: No. I'll not be atin' chicken until this oul bird flu is by.
Nelly: You can't get bird flu from eating chicken.
Pearlie: Well I'll no be atin' it!
Nelly: Did you go off beef that time the foot and mouth scare was on?
Pearlie: I did.
Nelly: Aye. I was reading in the paper yesterday that it's the same eedjits won't eat chicken now as wouldn't eat beef then.
Pearlie: I'm that sick wae sittin' in that oul cart traipsin all roon the backend o' Slemish before I get hame.
Nelly: Why don't you ask Bert to pick you up from your club on Tuesdays.
Pearlie: Och I couldnae do that. Sure he has enough to do the craytur!
Nelly: Aye. Supppose you're right. He needs as much clarinet practice as he can get.