| Central - LAL |
ntergaits tae Neptune 'tides' | pulls | on Triton an gars it heat. Th |
| Central - SWE |
intae a paper poke, | pulls | oot bodie efter bodie, |
| Doric - MNA |
She bends doon, | pulls | at the coat – Christ! That |
| Central - WCE |
while a Glesga keelie talks, | pulls | his face at the latest polls. |
| Orkney - ORK |
hir reid alairm. But-the yole- | pulls | clear!skewan - anunder the w |
| Doric - MNA |
ap the bus driver fin the 307 | pulls | inte the station it Aiberdeen |
| Central - LAL |
Sandra | pulls | oot Maw's seat, and Maw takes |
| Central - EDN |
he grabs at ma erse hard and | pulls | me towards him, giein me yin |
| Central - LAL |
kes aff the glass coverin and | pulls | the photie o the Stirlings oo |
| Central - LAL | aff oan the couch and ma wife | pulls | oot yin o ma eyebrow hairs. |
| Doric - DOR |
He | pulls | him in aboot and says “Neen |
| Central - SEC |
He | pulls | up the range rover ootside a |
| Central - GLA |
Oan the drive hame, he | pulls | doon the visor in the van an |
| Central - EDN |
Appearin bewildered. He | pulls | up a seat oapposite me. |
| Central - SEC |
I'll pey it. Pound a week. He | pulls | his specs furrit |
| Central - SEC |
e says, almaist a whisper. He | pulls | his haun up and awa, leavin b |
| Doric - ABN |
in tae the butcher's!" an he | pulls | ower tae the kerb an jams on |
| Doric - MNA |
She | pulls | ma ploo or harra. |
| Central - LAL |
She | pulls | Rufus's lead like a horse's r |
| Central - GLA |
ter a cup of tea though." She | pulls | a wee purple flask oot 'er ba |
| Central - GLA |
at wan, Muldoon, shouts as he | pulls | himself up. The young wan we |
| Central - GLA |
ly Boy... Finnegan says as he | pulls | his lighter oot. |
| Central - GLA |
Dade, afore lightin a fag she | pulls | fae a twinty deck ay Club. †|
| Central - LAL |
When she | pulls | away fae me, ah know fangs ar |
| Central - EDN |
it graze his stomach, but he | pulls | himsel away from us, so ah ca |
| Central - GLA |
cin it in a wee widden box he | pulls | oot fae a sideboard. He goes |
| Doric - ABN |
Syne, bold as ye like Myrtle | pulls | at mi sleeve an says, 'C'mon, |
| Central - GLA |
The taxi | pulls | up near the pub. Ah look thro |
| Central - LAL |
he tricks on him that Rodrick | pulls | on ME. |
| Ulster - GUL | ys Oh aye, jus wheeker! *Phil | pulls | a sad bake...cannea git Polis |
| Central - GLA |
ware ay me, until wan ay them | pulls | his gaze away fae the meetin, |
| Doric - DOR |
?" He sits doon on the bed an | pulls | ma inte his bosie. His Jumper |
| Central - GLA |
ts oot. She grabs his heid an | pulls | it doon intae her cleavage. |
| Central - GLA |
in a reluctant acceptance an | pulls | the box oot. ‘It’s an ima |
| Central - GLA |
n she grabs me by mah airm an | pulls | the two ae us back. |
| Central - GLA |
grinds the van intae gear an | pulls | away laughin, coverin every c |
| Doric - MNA |
on in the furthest coarner an | pulls | an auld hairy sack o a coat f |
| Central - GLA |
goes intae another drawer an | pulls | oot a wad ay dough, leafin th |
| Central - GLA |
uckin plugged!’ he rasps an | pulls | a lock-back knife oot his bac |
| Doric - DOR |
her tries tae grab yer hat an | pulls | een o the ribbons aff. |
| Central - SEC |
ear yuv been dumped." He then | pulls | a pint and passes me it. "Thi |
| Central - SEC |
aroma omittin fae it. He then | pulls | oot a packet ae silver king s |
| Central - GLA |
The train | pulls | away fae Shettleston, full ay |
| Central - GLA |
pockets. Danny swaggers up n | pulls | a fiver oot his new red Bergh |
| Central - GLA |
dation. He takes hold ae it n | pulls | himself up. His hand slowly g |
| Central - GLA |
azed. Danny grabs his jakit n | pulls | him forward, while aimin his |
| Central - GLA |
Marco | pulls | his airms round hissel as if |
| Central - GLA |
has that effect.' The bouncer | pulls | a packet ae fags oot her poak |
| Central - GLA |
The bus | pulls | up tae the back gates n A bai |
| Doric - MNA |
"Foo ye deein, Mam?" Janet | pulls | up a cheer an sits ersel doon |
| Central - SWE |
k Mad Max is et the wheel, it | pulls | up tae oor stance, and lo and |
| Central - GLA |
flag a passin black taxi n it | pulls | over tae let us in.. |
| Central - SEC |
ghts tae demand that the cunt | pulls | oor, fast. If fur nuttin else |
| Central - GLA |
, nursin a hauf when somebody | pulls | oot a seat at the table an si |
| Central - GLA |
Pearcey | pulls | a shabbily assembled joint oo |
| Central - GLA |
fore it really starts. Whytey | pulls | him back n whispers that we'r |