Nally: Oh, you wouldn’t do such a thing, ma’am, I am sure!
Mrs. Broderick: Indeed and I will, and have you on the treadmill for a thief.
Nally: Oh, oh, oh, look now, Mr. Nestor, the way you have made me a thief and to be lodged in the gaol!
Nestor: I wish to God you were lodged in it, and we would have less annoyance in this place!
Nally: Oh, that is a terrible thing for you to be saying! Sure the poorhouse itself is better than the gaol! The nuns preparing you for heaven and the Mass every morning of your life....
Nestor: If you go on with your talk and your arguments it’s to gaol you will surely go.
Nally: Milk of a Wednesday and a Friday, the potatoes steamed very good.... It’s the skins of the potatoes they were telling me you do have to be eating in the gaol. It is what I am thinking, Mr. Nestor, that bird will lie heavy on you at the last!
Nestor: (Seizing cage and letting the bird out of the door.) Bad cess and a bad end to it, and that I may never see it or hear of it again!
Mrs. Broderick: Look what he is after doing! Get it back for me! Give it here into my hands I say! Why wouldn’t I sell it secondly to the buyer and he to be coming to the door? It is in my own pocket I will keep the price of it that time!
Nally: It would have been as good you to have left it with me as to be sending itself and the worth of it up into the skies!