Jamie: All words are great. I have no words I dislike.Hannah: What about ‘Paki’ – you hate that word.
Swisser: What if your name is Patrick? Then you could be called Packy. That’d be OK.
Hannah: Yeah! An Irish-Pakistani born on St Patrick’s Day. Called Packy. That’d be cool.
Nelly: What words do you hate most Bert? Work? Morning?
Bert: Shite. Nag.
Hannah: I hate the word chunder. It gives me shivers; it doesn’t even suggest that you’re just throwing up – it sounds that you’re throwing up great big lumps.Jamie: Mot. Mot’s a pretty bad word. It means a woman’s private part.
Nelly: In my case that would mean purse, which come to think…
Jamie: Felch is a pretty bad word.
Nelly: Wow! Do you read Twenty Major? I only heard of that word for the first time in my life yesterday.
Jamie: No. Who’s Twenty Major?
Swisser: Do you know you’re down to your last two teabags?
Nelly: Never worry. I’ll go to a shop tomorrow be stuffed with teabags. Bert you should be kinder to Swisser. Coming up here and having to make her own tea and then we eat all her chocolate.
Bert: Ach. She’ll be alright.
Nelly: So what about the election then? Who’d you vote for?
Swisser: I didn’t vote for anyone. Didn’t get my form in time. Anyway what’s the point of voting where I live?
Nelly: That didn’t stop us. We voted. SDLP.
Swisser: Sure what’s the point of that? That’s a wasted vote.
Nelly: No. It’s not. My father said if you don’t use your vote you might as well be an animal in a field.
Swisser: I usually vote.
Nelly: You didn’t vote that time Brian used your polling card for roaches did you?
Swisser: I did so!
Jamie: Yeah! I vote and I toke.
Nelly: Still never mind parties and policies. If you had to shag one of them it’d have to be Gerry, wouldn’t it?Jamie: Yeah! For sure!
Swisser: No. It’d have to be Martin for me.
Hannah: Anybody but Paisley. Who’d shag him?