Teddy (releasing his thumbs and coming to her). I'm arskn' yer now, ain't I?
Liza. I'm not goin' ter be arsked now. When I'm arsked I'll be arsked proper, an' it'll not be in between while mother fetches the beer. Yer makin' a bit too sure an all, so yer can put that in yer pipe an' smoke 'it. Don't be in too much of a 'urry abart me nor them shoes of my father's wot yer mentioned either.
Teddy (trying to put his arm round her). 'Ere, I say, Liza, yer not offended are yer?
Liza Yer'd best be careful of yer tongue.
Teddy. Well, I'll arsk an' arsk till yer say yer'll 'ave me. I'm deep in love an' I'll not take no for an answer.
Liza (softly). P'raps yer'll not get it neither when yer arsk proper.
Teddy. That's right. Give us a kiss for a night cap, Liza.
Liza (shyly). I don't think I ought.
Teddy. Why not? Wot's come over yer? Yer've taken many a score out in the street an' giver, as good as yer took, an all.
Liza. I know. I dunno. Seems like street's one thing an' inside's another. It don't seem same thing with the gas on.