| (1, 0) 252 | It's a scorcher, boss ─ a fair scorcher; that's wot it is! |
| (1, 0) 253 | If this 'ere weather goes on on top of orl the bloomin' eloquence we're 'avin' ─ there'll be trouble 'ere in Aberpandy. |
| (1, 0) 254 | Mawk my words, boss, I'm tellin' yer nah. |
| (1, 0) 262 | Got it, boss, got it fust taime! |
| (1, 0) 345 | Workin'? |
| (1, 0) 346 | Workin'? |
| (1, 0) 347 | Not'arf! |
| (1, 0) 348 | There's one thing abaht Lewis, any'ah ─ 'e can tork. |
| (1, 0) 349 | I've 'eard 'em in Trafalgar Square; I've 'eard 'em in 'Yde Pawk; I've 'eard 'em on Tahr rill {Tower Hill}. |
| (1, 0) 350 | But I've never 'eard one as could better "im. |
| (1, 0) 351 | Where 'e gits it from, I don't know. |
| (1, 0) 352 | Arter electin' the candidite this arternewn, they 'ad a public meetin' over the quest'n of the blacklegs they say the mawsters are torkin' of bringin' in. |
| (1, 0) 353 | And yer orter've 'eard 'im! |
| (1, 0) 354 | Sich shahtin,' sich waivin' of 'is awms, and 'is eyes burnin' laike fire in 'is 'ead, and the people risin' to 'im laike as if 'e'd mesmerised 'em. |
| (1, 0) 355 | Arter it was over, 'e was clean done and shaikin' laike a leaf. |
| (1, 0) 356 | 'E's nothin' but a bundle of red-'ot feelin's is Lewis. |
| (1, 0) 357 | But 'e's a smawt chap, if only 'e could keep 'is 'ead a bit ─ a smawt chap! |