This play im being forced to read is fricking boring

Maggie Edie! Emie! Wull yous two come in oot o that when ye're tellt! If I've got tae cry on ye again, it' 11 be the worse for ye, I' m tellin ye. (She sinks into a chair and sighs, then yawns widely)

Granny (giving a companionable yawn) Eh deary, deary me ! (Singing, none too tunefully) "When the weary seekin rest to thy goodness flee, when the heavy-laden ... "

Maggie A w, cut oot the music, Granny, ma heid' s splittin. Time you wis in yer bed.

Granny No yet, Maggie. No yet. The nicht's ower lang when ye're aul.

Maggie I canna be as aul as I feel then, for the nicht' s a heck o a sight tae short for me; seems I' m no sooner in ma bed than I've tae rise. It's a right for you wi naethin tae dae but sit there an gant.

Granny Aye ... that's a I'm fit for noo! Sittin an gantin.

Maggie I wish ye could pit yersel tae bed. Ye' re as much bother as anither wean.

Granny That's right, cest up whit ye're daein for yer man's aul mither!

(Whining and rocking) Oh, it's a terrible thing tae be aul wi naebody wan tin yae. Oh, it's time I wisna here!

Indians sound weird as shit lol