but jaimy 's still sittin ' there not believin ' it , and for some reason i loses me head and gets all hot and i 'm quick up on me hands and knees facing him and me eyes are wellin ' up and i says , `` of course you ai n't believin ' it when all ye ever did then was ride in yer damn fancy coach and stare out at the kids in the street with their hands out to ye , and if ye ever did wonder where they come from , yer high-and-fine mum 'd tell you they all come from the fancy houses , aye , and all their mums tarts and all their dads villains and drunkards , too , right ? ''