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: So you, um, broke up with the girlfriend- what's her name? Roman Harris
: Martha. Nicole Franklin
: So you finished with her and kept her old aunt around? Bet you're having some serious buyer's remorse about that one. Morag Bellingham
: [Has heard everything and is clearly annoyed
] I'm sure some people may find you charming but I'm not one of them so I am only going to say this once; You presume that tone again with me and I will kick your spoiled, gucci-clad little backside from here unto the other end of Summer Bay. And If your Father has a problem with that, I will kick *His* backside for letting you get away with being a rude, thoughtless little brat! You got that? Nicole Franklin
: You, I like. We're gonna get along just fine. So my room's the one at the top of the stairs, right?
: [Alf and Morag are discussing what to do about custody of Roo's baby
] "Satisfactory to both parties"? You're talking like a judge, Morag. Morag Bellingham
: I *am* a judge!
: I have put away criminals with more scruples than those wretched real estate agents.
: [after Morag has exposed Danny for who he really is, much to Bobby's distress
] You are without doubt, the most despicable, vindictive, *venomous* woman I have ever had the misfortune to meet! Morag Bellingham
] Flattery will get you everywhere.
: To be fair, I asked her what the problem was. Morag
: And to be fair, I could still throttle her.
: He's family.Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em. Morag
: Well, not without careful planning, anyway.
Sergeant Bob Barnett
: [Morag's house has nearly been burned
] Any Enemies, Anything like that? Morag Bellingham
: A High Court Judge always has enemies, Sergeant. It goes with the Territory. Sergeant Bob Barnett
: Well, with all these enemies running around, It mighn't have been a bad idea to keep updating your security systems, Don't you reckon? I mean, this is the second break-in here this week. Morag Bellingham
] Well, with two break-ins in one week, Don't you think it might be an idea to find out who's responsible, don't you reckon?
] Morag Bellingham
: I'm gonna pack a bag. I refuse to move into a hotel and give the local inbreds something else to gossip about. Oh, and just for the record, sergeant, my enemies aren't *running around* They're in jail, that's why they *are* my enemies!
: Well, This looks delicious Sam
: I hate cabbage. Donald
: Sam... Sam
: I hate it. Shane
: Too bad, It's what you got. Sam
: I'm not gonna eat it. Donald
: Then just put it on one side, alright? Shane
: Typical! Let him get away with it again! Donald
: [to Morag
] I can't see any point forcing it down his throat, can you? Morag
: I don't suppose so. Shane
: Next thing, he'll be telling us *what* to cook? Donald
: It's hardly worth making an issue out of. Shane
: No, it's not just this. It's everything. Donald
: Shane, leave it. Shane
: No, No. I'm sick of it. You let him get away with anything! Donald
: Well, quite frankly it's got nothing to do with you. Shane
: You're kidding! Sam can't do a thing wrong and nobody's supposed to say a damn thing about it. Donald
: No, no they're not! Shane
: Even when he's making a total nuisance of himself? Donald
: Why don't you just leave it alone and eat your meal, hmm? Shane
: No, *You* eat it. I've had a gutful; I'm sick of that little turkey calling the shots.
[gets up and leaves
: All I'm asking for is a moment of your time. Morag
: That's a moment I'll never get back.
: I'd like a quid for every time I've tried to do the right thing and made a mess of it. Morag
: Yeah, you'd have a very large pile of outdated currency.
: [after Celia tells him Ailsa and baby Duncan are at Morag's
] Alright, Open up the flamin' thing before I kick it down! Marilyn Chambers
: [answers the door
] Patience is a virtue, you know!
[Alf walks in
] Marilyn Chambers
: You can't just come barging in like that... Alf Stewart
: Just tell Ailsa to get down here with the baby. Morag Bellingham
: Alright, Marilyn. I'll deal with this. Alf Stewart
: Like you've already been "dealing" with it, Morag, In your own Conniving little way. A bloke can't turn his back on you for two seconds; can he? Morag Bellingham
: Well, it so happens you have your facts *wrong*, Alfred. Ailsa came to *me* and not the other way around and if you would stop shouting like a madman and listen for a minute... Alf Stewart
: I've done all the listening I'm ever gonna do, Morag, and I wanna see my son and I wanna see him *now*!