(Peremptorily.) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr...


(Docile, gurgles.) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant...


(Imperiously.) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when you're spoken to."