He saed, “Acause yer faith ïs sae waik. A tell ye tha truith, ïf yis hae faith as smaa as a mustèrt seed even, yis'll say tae thïs muntin, ‘Shïft frae here tae thair,’ an ït'll shïft! Naethin wull be impoassible fer ye.”
An ïf that ïs tha wye God pits claes on tha gress o tha fiel, that's here theday an throwed ïntae tha fire themorra, dae you dooters no unnèrstan that he'll luk eftèr you anaa?
But Jesus chackt hïm an saed, “Houl yer wheesht, an cum oot o hïm!” An tha demon throwed hïm tae tha grun fornent thaim aa, an ït cum oot o hïm, an ït dïdnae hurt hïm ava.