Pearlie: Would ye luck at the amount o’ porridge in that dish! How does she expect me to eat all that oul slap!
Nelly: But that’s only a tiny wee dish…
Pearlie: It is no! And look at the size of that oul spoon. I thocht I toul you to hide all the big spoons from them carers.
Nelly: I did. And that’s only a teaspoon you have there.
Pearlie: It’s a quare big teaspoon.
Nelly: Shall I get you a set of teeny apostle spoons?
Pearlie: Mebbe. And here dear, d’ye see all the wee bit o' tea she’s left me? I toul her the cup was too full. Then she went and threw oot the half of it! That’ll niver do me!
Nelly: We’ll get you more tea. You only have to say the word.
Pearlie: I’ll tek it now. And a bit of toast along way it.
Nelly: Right o! (Leaves room)
Nelly: Your ma’s in a right pernickety mood this morning. Will you get her tea and toast? I’m to sort out her spoons. Again.
Nelly: We’ll be needing medals for this.
Bert: Medals? We’ll be needing heroin.