[An elderly couple BRENDA and PETER (maybe in their eighties) with their middle-aged daughter, TRISH, are seen standing in their living room]
BRENDA: Take a seat dear, Peter & I have something to tell you
[Trish sits]
BRENDA: I'm pregnant
TRISH: Flamin' 'eck! How long for?
BRENDA: 'till the baby comes I imagine
TRISH: Not that you daft haddock! You don't see a problem with this?
BRENDA: No, we knew the risks
PETER: Aye
TRISH: You two can't possibly look after a baby, you're too old!
BRENDA: How dare you! If I had the energy I'd come over there and slap some sense int'ya
[they are about a foot apart]
PETER: Aye
TRISH: Ya daft flamin' cod, if you can't even manage that how can you raise a babby?
BRENDA: Peter's dad said he'd help out
TRISH: He's a 102!
PETER: [mouths the beginning of aye, followed by a confused look, then...] not aye
BRENDA: He's actually 103
TRISH: Ya daft sea bass