Lizzie Buscana: Why don't you get off your high horse and stop being such a know-all poet?

[first lines]

Martha Sowerby: Time for lessons children! Come along.

Martha Sowerby: Nearly done?

Geraldine: [mops the floor] Oh. Yes, Miss. Sowerby. I hope it's to your satisfaction.

Martha Sowerby: [sits] Sit down Geraldine.

Geraldine: [sits] Yes Miss. Sowerby.

Martha Sowerby: You are a liar, aren't you Geraldine.

Geraldine: Yes Miss. Sowerby.

Martha Sowerby: Do you think you've learned your lesson?

Geraldine: Yes. Oh! Yes.

Martha Sowerby: Do you think you'll ever lie again?

Geraldine: No. I won't. I promise.

Martha Sowerby: And that's a lie, isn't it Geraldine.

[after silence from Geraldine]

Martha Sowerby: Isn't it.

[last lines]

Lizzie Buscana: Here's the key, Lady Mary.

Lady Mary Craven: It's not mine anymore. It's yours now, Lizzie.

Lizzie Buscana: I think I'll just leave it in the door for anyone to use.