Tom: "Marther! I seen a old-man kangaroo up on--"

Missus: "Shut up! Eat your dinner an' hold your tongue. Carn't
you see someone's speakin'?"

Selector: "Just look at the French--"

Missus (to the fowls): "Shoo! Shoo!" (turning suddenly and
unexpectedly on Jacky): "Take your fingers out of the sugar!--Blast
yer! that I should say such a thing."

Neighbour: "But 'Lookin' Backwards"'

Missus: "There you go, Tom! Didn't I say you'd spill that tea? Go
away from the table!"

Selector: "I think 'Caesar's Column' is the only natural--"

Missus: "Shoo! Shoo!" She loses patience, gets up and fetches a
young rooster with the flat of the broom, sending him flying into the
yard; he falls with his head towards the door and starts in again.
Later on the conversation is about Deeming.

Selector: "There's no doubt the man's mad--"

Missus: "Deeming! That Windsor wretch! Why, if I was in the law I'd
have him boiled alive! Don't tell me he didn't know what he was
doing! Why, I'd have him--"

Corney: "But, missus, you--"