Ye've got to call 'em yer owld women, or ye can't keep 'em where ye want 'em.

Be gorry! I wouldn't let me owld woman know what I think of 'er fur fifty dollars.

I couldn't kape me house over me head inny time at all at all, if I should whishper it.

She's jist as much of a leddy as there is in Sivenoaks, bedad, an' I have to put on me big airs, an' thrash around wid me two hands in me breeches pockets, an' shtick out me lips like a lorrd, an' promise to raise the divil wid her whiniver she gits a fit o' high flyin', an' ye'll have to do the same, Jim, or jist lay down an' let 'er shtep on ye.

Git a good shtart, Jim.
Don't ye gin 'er the bit for five minutes.