MRS. TERENCE: I'll give you lurk, my girl, look at the egg on my toby! Why don't you learn to wash up, instead of walkin' about talking like three-halfpennyworth of trash?
DORA: I can't wash up properly in that kitchen, with that light. Them little oil lamps isn't any good except to set the place on fire.
She goes into the kitchen. DAN drums his fingers on the sofa. MRS. BRAMSON wheels herself from the bedroom.
MRS. BRAMSON: I dropped off. Why didn't somebody wake me? Have I been missing something?
MRS. TERENCE: That Inspector Belsize called.
MRS. BRAMSON (testily): Then why didn't somebody wake me? Dan, what did he want?
DAN: Just a friendly call.
MRS. BRAMSON: You seem very far away, dear. What's the matter with you?… Dan!
DAN: Bit of an 'eadache, that's all.
MRS. BRAMSON: Doesn't make you deaf, though, dear, does it?