- [having lost her ticket]
- Magrit: You try an' do too many bloody things at the wan time. I've lost it! I think I'm goin' aff ma heid!
- [complaining about her husband]
- Magrit: He's lying up there drunk already. Oot the game. Sick all o'er ma carpet... pig! His breath's like a burst lavvy; you could strip paint wi' it!
- [talking about her chest]
- Magrit: Peter said that was the first two things he ever noticed about me. Funny thing was, I had ma back tae him at the time!