I'm gonna give you a choice. A straight choice. I want you out of this pub by tonight, or you're gonna regret every rotten, evil, little thing you've ever done.
I see, it's a threat. The answer's no.
I don't think you know who you're dealing with 'ere. I'm not some cuddly little old lady: I'm Peggy Mitchell! I'm old East End. Real East End. Proper. You don't mess with me.