(Pulls at Bello.) Let me on him now. You had enough. I asked before you.
(Pulling at Florry.) Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?
Well, I'm not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here. This bung's about burst. (He uncorks himself behind: then, contorting his features, farts stoutly.) Take that! (He recorks himself.) Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters."
(A sweat breaking out over him.) Not man. (He sniffs.) Woman."