It's a typical night at the Jolly Roger. Skip's favourite song is just finishing, and she's replaced her tray with an ordering pad. Right before she gets over to her new table -- a newcomer, always nice to see -- one of the regulars has to make a crack.

"Better be careful, mate. This one's got all the bite you'd expect from a ging--"

"One more crack abou' my hair, Robbie boy, an' I'll bounce your head off th' bar 'fore I bounce your ass on the pavement," she shoots back. And it's not with a sweet, joking air. No, she actually seems pretty serious about it.

When the man laughs and goes back to his beer, she turns to her new customer, all smiles. Like she didn't just threaten a customer.

"What can I get for ya? Got th' best sausages this side of the Thames. Don' get th' fish, though. No one's got th' heart to tell Colby he can' cook the thing worth a damn."