“Ma, what’s for suppah?”

“Whatever you make.”

“Howsbout ya shepherd’s pie?”

“Lent. Friday. No meat.”

“Ma, please, I’m stahvin’.”

“What did you give up?”

“That’s between me and my makah.”

“Who gave up his son.”

“It’s not like you did, Ma.”

“Don’t get smart. I gave you life. I get to worry about your soul.”

“Yeah, but why, for christsakes?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Mother of god, wouldya make ya wicked son some feckin’ shepherd’s pie!”