Mary: Well, that's that done.
Joe: God rest his wee soul.
Sarah: Don't talk to me. I was in bits las tonight. Didn't even manage my Chinese. Poor Tonto.
Erin: Toto. His name was Toto, Aunt Sarah.
Sarah: Aye. Nightmare, so it is. Dad, do us a bacon butty, would you? My stomach thinks my throat's cut here.
Joe: Sure, love.