- Lola Pearce: [angrily shouts] I said back off and leave her alone!
- Alexa: Get out of my way. First I'm going to deal with you. Then that little posh cow friend of yours. Then that little rat-faced baby. Think I'll give her her first kicking. Put some colour in her cheeks.
- Lola Pearce: You touch my baby and I'll swear...
- Alexa: What you going to do? You going to cry? Boo hoo.
- Lola Pearce: I'll kill you.
- Alexa: Try it.
- [pause]
- Alexa: That baby's dead. Do you hear me? She's dead.