[slapping him] Now, you stop teasing me or I’ll tell the policeman on you.
Jones:
[striking attitude] Who’s ’fraid of a policeman? If he says anything to me I’ll eat him up.
Rosie:
[pointing finger] Shame to talk so! Santa Claus won’t bring you any presents if you tell such bad stories.
Mulligan:
[sighing] I guess he won’t bring any of yez a prisint. We’re too poor this year.
Katie:
Now, papa, we don’t want a single present except for Dannie to come home with his eyes all fixed so he can see us. Won’t that be just a grand present? [Dances around the room.]
Jones: