He's coming
down. Up the street, into my gate, inside the door, home. " Pick up your torch!
McCann I can't find it.
Lulu Hold me. He didn't mention names. Humming away I'd be, past the children's playground. He'll be up and about in next to no time. I once gave a concert.
Meg A concert?
Stanley ( reflectively.) When was it? For people when they get
up late.
Stanley The milk's off.
Meg It's not.
McCann [advancing.] I stood there till he did. They haven't.
Stanley Oh yes they have.
Meg You're a liar.
Stanley (advancing upon her.) ]
Stanley You're here on a short stay?
McCann That's right.
Stanley You'll find it very bracing.
McCann Do you find it bracing?
Stanley Me? I want to play a game!
Goldberg A game?
Lulu What game?
Meg Any game.
Lulu [jumping up.] Stanley. We sang a few of the old ballads and then she went to bye-byes.
[PETEY rises]
Petey Well, I think I'll see how my peas are getting on, in the meantime.
Goldberg The meantime?
Petey While we're waiting.
Goldberg Waiting for what? Emanuel. The lines on my face,eh? I was cared for, and I had little sisters and brothers in other rooms, all different colours.
McCann Tullamore, where are you?
Meg [ to MCCANN.] (Her face appears at the hatch). He used to be a pianist. Yes.
Meg. And it isn't your place to tell me if I am!
Stanley And it isn't your place to come into a man's bedroom
and - wake him up.
Meg Stanny! STANLEY seizes a chair and covers his head with it. She's not the leper,Webber!
Stanley What the-
Goldberg What did you wear last week, Webber? You'll
be better off.

Never’ (f. 37r). Just a question, that's all, just a question, do you see, do you follow me?
Goldberg [jerking him away.] Now. Lucky is the man who's at the receiving end, that's what I say. ]
Here they are. He scrolls casually to the chair at the table. I gave him...
Goldberg What?
McCann I gave him his glasses.
Goldberg Wasn't he glad to get them back?
McCann The frames are bust.
Goldberg How did that happen?
McCann He tried to fit the eyeholes into his eyes.
MCCANN crosses to the table, left, sits, picks up the paper and begins to tear it into strips.

Not even a building society.
McCann You're a traitor to the cloth.
Goldberg What do you use for pyjamas?
Stanley Nothing.
Goldberg You verminate the sheet of your birth.
McCann What about the Albigensenist heresy?
Goldberg Who watered the wicket in Melbourne?
McCann What about the blessed Oliver Plunkett?
Goldberg Speak up, Webber.W hy did the chicken cross the road?
Stanley He wanted to-he wanted to-he wanted to....
McCann He doesn't know!
Goldberg Why did the chicken cross the road?
Stanley He wanted to-he wanted to....
Goldberg Why did the chicken cross the road?
Stanley He wanted....
McCann He doesn't know.
She wasn't a Sunday school teacher for nothing.