Nelly: How’s our Joe getting on with decorating your bedroom?
Matty: Och all right I suppose. But he’s that rough.
Nelly: Rough at the painting?
Matty: No. He’s good at that. He’s rough with my things.
Nelly: What do you mean?
Matty: Well when he took the old lampshade off he kicked it up the corridor and said, “You’ll not be putting that oul thing up again I hope.” And then when he took the bed head off it broke and he said, “What hell odds? Sure it’s damnable looking.”
Matty: Then he says he’s coming with me to pick the new carpet for God knows what I’ll come home with.
Nelly: You know what it is? He thinks that much of you he believes that only the best is good enough for you.