The Builders

I was sitting in the sun in my back garden, enjoying a read, when I was distracted by the conversation in my neighbour's garden. It was coming from Daz and Pete, the lads building his garage.
"Showed her last night though," grunted Daz.
"Did ya? What d'ya do?"
"I beat her didn't I?"
"Did ya? Yer’ve never done that before," said Pete, evidently in awe.
"I did! You shoulda seen the look on her face. That'll teach her a bit of respect."
"I'll bet it shocked her though," Pete mumbled.
"I'll say! She thinks she's so bloody good at Scrabble!"