| Central - LAL |
"Fit ye wint?" | snashed | the auld wuman follaein him i |
| Central - LAL |
'The mannie's dottled!' | snashed | Grannie Jockina. |
| Central - LAL |
"Whaur's yer passport!" he | snashed | , shawin his shairp teeth tae |
| Central - WCE |
n the porch. 'Richt then,' he | snashed | . 'Come in and let's get it ow |
| Central - LAL |
'Ye're late,' she | snashed | . |
| Central - LAL |
'Aye, ye can,' she | snashed | . "Growin's a clarty bairnie h |
| Central - LAL |
ks ye grow the wrang wey, she | snashed | . 'Up insteid o doon.' |
| Central - LAL |
whit ye dinna like,' Grannie | snashed | . 'It's whit's guid for ye tha |
| Central - NEC |
red doon like rain. The teeth | snashed | at him like cutlasses but the |
| Central - WCE |
'So can ah,' Miss Trunchbull | snashed | . |
| Central - LAL |
nk o whit wey they sneered an | snashed | at RIC chappin doors an regis |