Teddy (pushing plate and glass from him). I've 'ad enough. (He rises.)
Polly. I'll 'ave somethin' tastier in against yer come termorrer night. I suppose yer'll be 'ere (Polly rises.)
Teddy (sulkily). I told Liza I would, but I'm not so sure if I can.
Polly. Please yerself. Only yer'll keep 'er warm now yer've got so far if yer'll take my tip. Don't let a girl fancy yer coolin' orf. Now, understand, yer welcome 'ere so long as yer break yerself of that whistlin' 'abit. We'll expect yer termorrer.
Teddy. I dunno as I'll be comin'. My mind's not made up yet.
Polly. Yer mighty slow abart it. Wot's to do wi' yer?
Teddy. Nothing. (Polly puts her hand on his arm in a friendly way.)
Polly. Because yer've no need to feel awkward T' whole thing 'ull be straight forward now. Yer've only to go in and win.
Teddy. Yer a bit anxious abart it.
Polly. No, Mr. Dawson, no. Not anxious.