Peggy’s Place M

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“Friday night! It’s always the same”

Phil: It’s shameful the way those girls are behaving.

George: Keep your voice down! I’m sure they can hear you.

Phil: What’s the time? Seven fifteen and they’re already completely plastered.

George: Shh! I told you to keep your voice down.

Phil: Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a bunch of drunk women.

George: It’s OK for you. You’re on the other side of the bar.

Phil: I tell you, if any of those girls gets lippy with me...

Sean: Phil, can you come out the back? There’s a girl being sick by the bins. She’s totally legless.

Phil: George can help you.

George: You’re joking. I came here for a quiet pint and now you’re expecting me to do bouncer duty.

Sean: Well, someone’s going to have to help. I’m afraid she’s going to choke on her own vomit.

Peggy: What’s going on here? There are two girls sitting on the pavement outside and they’re beyond hammered, and that hen party over there are making a complete racket.

Sean: Can nobody hear me? I need some assistance!

Phil: Peg, I’m going to help Sean with a drunk girl.

Peggy: Another one? Friday night! It’s always the same.

George: Am I getting old or do more and more young people go out these days just to get wasted?

Peggy: It’s certainly worse than it used to be, but it’s mostly when you get a hen party or some other event like that.

George: But they’re so young.

Peggy: That’s where you’re getting old. Most of these girls are probably in their late 20s.

George: Hey, watch it, will you?

Woman: What’s your problem, mate?

Peggy: It’s OK, love. Just be careful not to knock over anyone’s drink.

Woman: We’re only having a bit of fun. That’s what you do in pubs – unless, of course, you’re an old tight-arse.

Jane: Who are you calling a tight-arse?

Woman: What’s it to you?

Jane: He’s a friend of mine.

Woman: Then tell your old boyfriend to stay at home and stop ruining other people’s fun.

Jane: It’s slags like you who give pubs a bad name.

Woman: You calling me a slag?

Peggy: I’m sure she didn’t mean it.

Jane: I’m sure I did. Ow! Let go of my hair!

Woman: Am I hurting you?

Jane: Not as much as this is going to hurt you.

Woman: Ah! You’re breaking my arm.

Group of drunken women: Catfight! Catfight!

George: Call the police, Peggy! Quick!

Drunken women: Catfight! Catfight!

Jane: So, are you ready to give up?

Peggy: I’m ordering you both to stop – now!

Sean: What the hell? Jane, let go of that woman!

George: It looks like you’ve dislocated her shoulder.

Jane: She’s just pretending! Where are my extensions?

Woman: Pretending? I’ll see you in court!

Sean

Sean, from Ireland, is the chef at Peggy’s Place. Sean is unconventional but a genius in the kitchen. He’s also a bit hotheaded.

George

George, who’s Scottish, has been coming to Peggy’s Place for years. He has a business as an events manager. George is married to Maggie and has a grown-up son, Ian.

Phil

Phil is in his 60s. He is married to Peggy. Once a London cabbie, he now helps out at the pub. Phil can be a bit grumpy but he’s a good person. Unfortunately, he’s not much of a businessman.

Peggy

Peggy is the owner of the pub. Now in her 60s, she is kind and reliable, and loves the British royal family. Peggy is happy in her second marriage, to Phil.

Helen

Helen, a regular at the pub, works as a nurse and is currently single. She’s organized, punctual and sensible.

Jane

Jane, Peggy’s daughter, is egocentric and lazy. She’s a single mother — she has a daughter, Simone — but she’s not good at taking on responsibility. Jane never stays in one job for long.