MRS. GROOTER
Help with the business indeed.
I know what you're after!
You think if you get into the business, you might weasel the inheritence away from my daughters!
Don't you!
Admit it!

COT
No ma'am, I just--!

MRS. GROOTER
No back-talk!
The chumney needs to be flushed out.
That's all you need to concern yourself with.

COT
The chimney? Again?

MRS. GROOTER
I said none of your back-talk!
Your wee scrawny hands are the only ones that fit up there.
And don't you dream of getting soot all over my floor or i'll tan youe hide!

MR. GROOTER
What's all the yelling about, wife?

MRS. GROOTER
Hrmph! It's the stray again.
I guess it's not enough that I should feed and clothe this boy, he still sees fit to sass me.
Says he'd rather learn sums than do the chores I require of him.

MR. GROOTER
Sums? What bloody for?