Lady: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Reg: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Lady: Pardon?
Reg: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Lady: I don't understand what you're saying.
Reg: [slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent] One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treadle.
Lady: Well what on earth does that mean?
Reg: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
