ALBERT: I can’t help it. He gives me the slip. What ya doin’? ROSE: Smellin’ your breath. ALBERT: I en’t been drinking.
ROSE: Just as well. I can’t whop your vather but I can whop you … Albert! ALBERT: Look how he holds his head.
ROSE: I don’t care how he holds his blidding head or any part of him. It couldn’t be worse, could it? Damn yer vather. And Arthur. Right, can’t sell it immediately ’cos we’d get what, twenty guineas for him? Right, so bring him on.
ALBERT: We can keep him?
ROSE: Feed him up, then when he’s grown, sell ’im. That’s our only hope to turn a profi t on him, right? ’N you are going to be in charge of bringin’ ’im on. That means all chores: feeding, grooming, mucking out, exercise. You – all of it. As fer not payin’ the mortgage, I’ll have ta think of something. If ya hear strange noises from the house, don’t worry, it’s me killin’ yer vather.
Exit Rose.
ALBERT: (to Joey) She’s all right. She’s my mum, if ya hadn’t guessed. Joey won’t let Albert near.
You don’t need to fear me … When was the last time you were fed? I bet you haven’t had a thing. Joey is tempted by Albert’s bucket of feed.
But Joey doesn’t come for it because he doesn’t like Albert approaching him face on.
The stage direction mentions a prop that is needed for this scene.
