Michael Miskell: Ah, there does be a good deal of middling poor houses down by the sea.
Mike McInerney: What would you know about wide houses? Whatever sort of a house you had yourself it was too wide for the provision you had into it.
Michael Miskell: Whatever provision I had in my house it was wholesome provision and natural provision. Herself and her periwinkles! Periwinkles is a hungry sort of food.
Mike McInerney: Stop your impudence and your chat or it will be the worse for you. I’d bear with my own father and mother as long as any man would, but if they’d vex me I would give them the length of a rope as soon as another!
Michael Miskell: I would never ask at all to go eating periwinkles.
Mike McInerney: (Sitting up.) Have you anyone to fight me?
Michael Miskell: (Whimpering.) I have not, only the Lord!
Mike McInerney: Let you leave putting insults on me so, and death picking at you!
Michael Miskell: Sure I am saying nothing at all to displease you. It is why I wouldn’t go eating periwinkles, I’m in dread I might swallow the pin.
Mike McInerney: Who in the world wide is asking you to eat them? You’re as tricky as a fish in the full tide!