Mrs. M.:
Now, now, Mister Jones, I know many a lady would think ye’re a fine-lookin’ man.
Jones:
[excitedly] Where’s one of ’em? I’ll take ’er to the movies an’ buy ’er a sack of popcorn.
Mulligan:
I guess I’ll have to brush up some ’fore Dannie comes home. I’d like for him to have sort of a likin’ for the looks o’ his homely ol’ dad.
Mrs. M.:
You’ll look good to Dannie, Peter man, an’ I guess wasn’t ye called one the finest-lookin’ young men in the town when I married ye?
Jones:
My, my, how it’s changed ’im—livin’ with you, Mrs. Mulligan.