McBroon: ' Who allowed that woman near my soap box.....three generations of McBroons have ruled the High Street....we've always bossed the Traders Association.....she asked me aboot the use of chicken livers from Poland in my pies.....said it wis'nae right that I was buying my fillings from overseas.....taking jobs from the local farmers she said......'
Willy: ' Aye McB.....but when she told you she was now buying her takeaways from The Cheeky Chaps Chipper you said she was a bigot....'
McBroon: ' No I didn't.....she's misunderstood .....'
Willy: ' Get real you big numpty.....the boy from the Gazette, he's got it on cassette.....you cannae go around calling respectable old ladies bigots......let's face it McB, your wee plan to reduce the overdraft by buying dodgy chicken livers from Poland is going to lead to a downgrade of the quality standards your Dad and Grandad maintained for years...... that Foodys Agency is going to tell the punters to steer well clear of the Pie Shop......with reduced takings how are you going to pay the bank......you're drowning in debt after the problem with the leaky roof !'
McBroon: ' Ok, I've got a plan B.....what's her name ?'
Willy: 'Sadie McB, Sadie..'
McBroon: ' Ok we'll get round to her house straight away and apologize...'
Willy: ' I'd have a wee bru before you go.....perhaps you could tell her you meant to say faggots....you got your f's and b's mixed up....remember your Dad used to make the best faggots in the county.....'
McBroon: ' .........where's Pierre.......he always knows how to explain things.'
Willy: ' Aye McB....that'll be mutton into lamb.......the game's up big man......I'd start writing your memoirs.....how about A life of Pies........'