- Howya Bridie loveen.
- Howya Bridie.
- How’s things?
- Good now. You?
- Good yah. How d’ya get the Christmas?
- Arah quiet. You?
- Same as, Bridie. Quiet. Nathin but Taytos and Chocolate Kimberleys. Thank God it’s all over. Glad to see the back of it really.
- Sure I know. I’m shit sick of Quality Street. Fresh or frozen this year Bridie?
- Oh fresh. No space in the freezer sure.
- Was it a big one?
- Massive. It’d nearly talk to ya sure. Got out and cooked itself! It as like Big Bird in the fridge.
- Ah, d’ya remember Big Bird, used to love him. Or maybe it was a her? And Snuffleupagus. I never knew what it was but liked it all the same. I wasn’t too keen on the Cookie Monster though.
- Why Bridie?
- A messy eater, feckin crumbs everywhere.
- What was the lad in the bin called…was it The Grinch?
- No, the Grouch Bridie.
- Yah, that’s him. Cranky and smelly.
- I’ve a few like him at home.
- C’mer to me. I was watchin Willie Wonka with the grandkids…
- The new one or the old one Bridie.
- How d’ya mean?
- Well was it the one with Johnny Depp and his freaky Turkey teeth or Gene Wilder eatin the daffodil?
- Oh the Johnny Depp one. What was I sayin, oh yes. Anyway, couldn’t get over him, like.
- What are ya on about. His teeth is it ?
- Stop no. Grandpa Joe.
- One of the ones in the bed ?
- Yah, Grandpa Joe. What’ya make of him?
- I can’t say that I think about him too much, on a daily basis like.
- Not tellin ya your business or an’thin but I think Grandpa Joe’s a sponger. He lies in bed all day, claimin off the welfare letting on he can’t walk. The young lad Willie finds the ticket and up gets, like Lazarus. And, here's more of it, wasn't he hoardin a hape a’ cash and the rest of the them drinkin nathin but cabbage soup. Grandpa Joe’s a waster.
- Scandalous.