Excuse me, drunkard.
- Hello, Grace. - Hello, Joseph.
Will l be seeing you in church tomorrow morn?
Sounds divine and holy, Grace.
We can share a pew, me and you.
- Toodle-oo. - Same to you.
She's got an awfully large chest to be going to church.
Shannon, all chests are equal in the eyes of the Lord.
She goes into the confession box, she'll never come out, the little tramp.
Grace isn't a tramp.
She's a dancer in the burly-cue.
That isn't dancing. That's kicking her knickers up.
l suspect if you asked her to, she'd kick her knickers off.
- Well, maybe she would. - Has she?
Let me see. l'm trying to remember.
Well, think hard, if there's any brain left in your head.
Look at you. They're making a fool of you, the ward boss and his friends.
- They respect me. - They do not. They don't respect you.
- Enough. - You're money in their pockets...
- and nothing more, Joseph. - l said, that's enough, Shannon.
You let them pickle you like a piece of pork.
- They're just using you. - l said that's enough out of you!
No! Put me down!
Tell me- Tell me you like my hat.
You're not wearing a hat.
- Say it. Say you like my hat. - You're not wearing a hat.
Say it!
Why can't you say it, Shannon?
Why can't you say you like my hat? Why can't you say you like my suit?
l've earned it.
l've done well.
Don't touch me, Joseph.
Why don't you go fondle that slut with the runaway tits?
lf she isn't stuffing her face with pie.
You're jealous of me.
l make more money than you, and you're jealous.
l can make money as fast as you can. Just watch me, scrapper!
Why don't you shag her and get it over with?
She's my sister.
And l'm your mother.