I'll have that off you when it has gone underneath the arms
One year's seed is seven years' weed
Ay up, Ow At, Orate?
What on earth are you chuntering about?
A regular dinger
An all
Narn in cheese
Neck eat dine
He's got a blue vein down his neck
Conner bate a game a nogger, youth!
He's an occud sod, ay is
Owd that
What's the cuther?
It's a divilin road
You flittin?
He's proper narky
It ponders yer yed
She's a scratch cat
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