Mother and Son1984

Arthur Beare:
What's so special about this broach?

Lorna:
It was mum's. And she promised it to me before she died.

Maggie Beare:
She promised it to me.

Lorna:
She didn't even like you much.

Lorna:
She always told me how pretty I was. She never said that to you.

Maggie Beare:
Yes, she did.

Lorna:
No, Margaret. Not with those bucked teeth of yours.

Maggie Beare:
I haven't got bucked teeth.

Lorna:
Yes, we paid a fortune to get them straightened.

Maggie Beare:
At least it was better than those goggle-eyed glasses and squinty little eyes.

Lorna:
My eyes are beautiful. [to Arthur] Aren't they?

Maggie Beare:
[to Arthur] Mine are nicer.

Lorna:
[to Arthur] What do you think?

Maggie Beare:
You be the judge.

Arthur Beare:
Oh, gosh, it's so hard to choose.