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.