Gies a fiver

— Bill! Bill! Haud oan a minute.

— Whit?

— Can ye lend me a fiver, pal?

— Naw. Naw a cannae.

—- Aww, come oan. I’ll gie yit back the morra.

— It’s not that Gladys. Ah cannae. I’ve nae money.

— Whit? Are ye sheer Bill, it’s jeest a fiver?

— Naw, a cannae, Galdys.

— How naw, Bill? I’d gie you a fiver if ye needed it, ken?

— Div ye nae mind oan that a burnt aw ma money?

— Aw goad, aye. Ah mind. Aye a mind noo. It wis aon the telly n evryhing. That’ll be why yiv nae money then aye?

— Aye.

— I’ll hiv got some money the morn, Bill. I’ll gie ye a fiver.. But yiv got tae promise no tae burn it though eh?

— Aye, OK Gladys. Ah promise. Cheers doll.