Correct sentences

hello teachers, please correct sentences from my little scene below. Thank you.

jane: We must wash ourselves
trotter: balderdash! You'll be a fine grope for Parry Tonight. I heard he likes his women wilting.
Jane: How dare you! I'll have you know I have standards me.
trotter: blimey. You do?
Jane: Of course, Mr trotter. I don't drop em for any old Tom, Dick, and Harry, especially now that I'm … You know…
trotter: pregnant?
Jane Oh, tell the whole street why don't you?

jane: And what time do you call this, Mr Prat.
john: do forgive me my fragrant rose pettle. The number 8 caught a flat tyre. I tell you, them bloody buses don't know whether they're coming or going.
jane: a bit like you then...
trotter: well I'd better be off. It was nice meeting you Mr prat. Oh, and jane, 10AM sharp, my office tomorrow. Be there or be square.

john: who's that bloke?
Jane: Decorater.
john: do all decorators wear suits nowadays?
Jane: yes
john: and carry a briefcase?
Jane: some do, like Mr trotter I suppose.
john: and drive a ford?
Jane: he must be a wealthy Decorater. I'm sure Jenny told me he inherited some money.
john: and yet he decides to knock around with us prolls. The bloke needs his head looking at if you ask me.

Jane: well mrs bucket at number 34 come into some money. Quite a small fortune I may add.
John: She's a mouth like the clappers, that one – though she does make a good strong cuppa.
Jane: is that right? Well why don't you go and have one at hers tonight, hmm? I'm sure you’ll have a wale of a time bleating about her new wallpaper, her new windows, her Arthur's new job… Is there anything that woman hasn't got?
John: Taste, my little rose pettle.
Jane: it's alright having taste, but we've no money John. Nothing. Zilch.
John: We've got Georgian laced windows. I bet the neighbours look at us and think we're royalty. Jealous, all of them!
Jane: we've no money for curtains. What's the use of having big windows if you're on stage for the whole street. Ive had enough, John. I'm sick and tired of my life.
John: there, there flower. I know times are hard at the moment. I know we've no money. But know this, I am trying for things to change. Everyday I'm down the yard knocking on fletcher’s door for work.
Jane: I don't know why you still give that man time of day after he treated us last year. He should be hung for his atrocities. He's a pig. A vile fat greedy capitalist pig.
John: He is what he is Jane, but his money is as good as any others. These are hard times we live in. Not only for us, but for everyone. I was walking in town yesterday and you'd never guess what I saw?
Jane: surprise me.