Micky. I have that, and I don't want another one, either.
Mrs. Mulligan. All yeez sit down and let me look ye over.
Nora. Have ye finished the washing, maw?
Mrs. Mulligan. For the prisint, yes. I have more important duties to perform. Now, first and foremost, don't walk pigeon-toed. Bridget, have ye got a clane handkerchief?
Bridget. Yis, mum.
Mrs. Mulligan. Well, don't forget to use it if the necessity arises, and you'd better set next to Peter Pan so's he can use it, too. He's been kinder nosey all day, and I shouldn't wonder if he wasn't coming down with a cold in his head. How do you feel, Peter Pan?
Peter Pan. Scwumptious.
Mrs. Mulligan. Micky Machree Mulligan, and what are yeez looking cross-eyed for? Do ye think it improves yer beauty?
Micky. I thought there was a speck of dirt on me nose.
Mrs. Mulligan. Well, there's not, and hold yer head up straight.