"Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon be a woman. Mullingar." (U6.87)
"Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too.
Life, life.
The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
— Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.
— He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do you follow me?
He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
— What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
— Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power said." (U6.89)
"All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said:
— Unless I'm greatly mistaken ... What do you think, Martin?
— It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said." (U6.100)
"Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.
Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.
— After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world." (U6.105)
"— Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his beard gently.
— Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
— And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.
— At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.
— I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come." (U6.109)
"The carriage halted short.
- What's wrong?
- We're stopped.
- Where are we?
Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
- The grand canal, he said." (U6.115)
"Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame really."(U6.121)
"Got off lightly with illness compared. Only measles. Flaxseed tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don't miss this chance." (U6.123)
"Dogs' home over there. Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my last wish. " (U6.125)
"Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs usually are." (U6.126)
"A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now." (U6. 129)
"- The weather is changing, he said quietly.
- A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.
- Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.
Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.
- It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said." (U7.132)
"- We're off again.
The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
- Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking him off to his face.
- O draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of The Croppy Boy.
- Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. His singing of that simple ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the whole course of my experience.
- Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the retrospective arrangement." (U6.139)
"— Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Martin Cunningham asked.
— I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?
— In the paper this morning.
Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change for her.
— No, no, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Later on please.
Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton, Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper." (U6.151)
"Thanks to the Little Flower." (U6.161)

'The Little Flower' is Therese of Lisieux (1873 - 1897), who became a Carmelite nun at the age of 15, and died (of tuberculosis) at 24. In her autobiographical writings (edited and published by her superiors as 'Story of a Soul' in 1898), she refers to herself as a little flower in God's garden. This is her photograph as a little girl.
In 1904, the Little Flower was immensely popular among Catholics, but not yet titled 'Saint.' She was venerated in 1921 (by Benedict XV), beatified in 1923 (by Pius XI), and canonized in 1925 (by Pius XI).