THE KIKE: The old b***h wouldn’t give me the hot water. Had to tap a toff in the street and pay a penny for it.
SNOUTER: — likely story! Bin swigging it on the way more likely.
DADDY [emerging from his overcoat]: Drum o’ tea, eh? I could sup a drum o’ tea. [Belches slightly.]
CHARLIE: When their bubs get like perishing razor strops? I know.
NOSY WATSON: Tea – bloody catlap. Better’n that cocoa in the stir, though. Lend’s your cup, matie.
GINGER: Jest wait’ll I knock a ’ole in this tin of milk. Shy us a money or your life, someone.
MRS BENDIGO: Easy with that bloody sugar! ’Oo paid for it, I sh’d like to know?
MR TALLBOYS: When their bubs get like razor strops. I thank thee for that humour. Pippin’s Weekly made quite a feature of the case. ‘Missing Canon’s Sub Rosa Romance. Intimate
