TRAVELLER... BOOK HOARDER... WRITER OF ROMANTIC SUSPENSE
Mrs Doyle: There’s always time for a nice cup of tea. Sure, didn’t the Lord himself pause for a nice cup of tea before giving himself up for the world. Father Ted: No, he didn’t, Mrs Doyle! Mrs Doyle: Well, whatever the equivalent they had for tea in those days, cake or something. And speaking of cake, I have cake! [holds up a cupcake] Father Ted: No, thanks, Mrs Doyle. Mrs Doyle: Are you sure, Father? There’s cocaine in it! Father Ted: WHAT? Mrs Doyle: Oh, no, not cocaine. God, what am I on about. No, what d'you call them. Raisins.