"Oi! Watch where yer goin' with that pram, yer dozy cow, you nearly ran over my foot." "Shut it, gob almighty, or I might just accidentally run over your face."
"Is that right?" "Yeah, that's right."
"Fancy yer chances, do you?" "Against you? Anytime."
"Listen, I'd spark you out with one punch, yer scrawny titless wonder." "In your dreams, bingo wings."
"What did you call me?" "You 'eard."
"Yer dozy little cow, why don't you just take yer pram, and yer ugly kid, and just jog on." "Right! That's it!"
And that was when the feathers really started to fly...