well Nancy, I writ wot I wrote an' so best stick me neck ahrt, else your Bill wi' set dog on't me, an' wiv mai bad laigs an' all , I got the screws terribl this winter , people not buying matches and even the lucky 'eather market has dropped orf (shame, I liked 'eather, she had a way with pingpong balls that put Eskimo Nell t'shame, lovely mover an' wot distance.... cud nock a tick orfofa flea's ear..)..
ere' Dodger gi' us back my ferchief, you littl' perisher.....
(fade in 'You got to pick a pocket or two', all cast exit downstage L., dancing..)

Happy festering this yuletide everybody, don't trip over the log;
Tim with a 'T', not 'Rob' with an 'R', cos Tim with an 'R' spells Rim

-who said Tob??.