Maggie: D’jer live ’ere?
Crispin: Naw.
Maggie: Neither do I. (Pause). Wot’s yer name?
Crispin: Der gang calls me Cris, but in ’igh sasiety dey calls me Crispin.
(After pause)
Wot’s yore name?
Maggie: W’en I call on the queen my name is Maggie, but the folk in our alley call me Mag.
Crispin: Wot yer hidin’ under yer apron?
Maggie: A apple.
Crispin: We’re d’jer swipe it?