Bess has fallen asleep.
"I can't stand her snoring all afternoon. Give her a nudge."
"I'll bring the tea in."
"We could grow our own flowers here. It's a huge garden."
"Who's been thieving my gin?!"
"Hic!!" "When did you get back? Let me smell your breath."
"What luck with today's run? Got your lists?"
"I think she's a menace. Couldn't you put her out to grass?"
"Not bad for a morning's work."
"For us it is a miracle to have found a haven like this."
"What do you think of my dolly hat?"
"We have company, you idiot."
"We'd be better off getting a pad of our own."
"Oh, God bless you, Sir Walter Raleigh."
"We'd like to join in with your prayers."
"You mean you won't grass on us?"
"Do you want the police to know?"
"Didn't you know? They are in the same racket."
""Our dearly, beloved sister is dying."