JAWBONES. None of your insults agen a lady as I ’olds in ’igh respect.
The rest of it is all right. Becos I’ve got yer ’ere alone. You wimmin,
you think it’s going to pay you to chuck law and order. You’re out for a
fight, are yer?
GINGER. Yus, and we’re going to win. Brute force ’as ’ad its d’y. It’s
brains wot are going to rule the world. And we’ve got ’em.
(_She has become quite oratorical_.)
JAWBONES. Glad to ’ear it. Take my tip: you’ll use ’em. Meanwhile I’ll
’ave another cup o’ tea.