I know what you mean, there, Mrs O'Donnell.

Isn't it shockin' the way our wans have torned out and such good rearin' as they got, the rake o' them!

Sure there's damn all for it but a cup of tay and a wee buttered scone?

Two sugars, as usual?

And a wee nip of Inishowen Rocket Fuel to keep yer Johnny Giles from jinglin'?