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           Youreyesareasvapidastheglasseyesofyourstuffedfox.Theyhavethedimensionsofyourotherfeatures,that’sall.I’mnotatriplescrewpropeller.

           BELLA:(Contemptuously.)You’renotgame,infact.(Hersowcuntbarks.)Fbhracht!

           BLOOM:(Contemptuously.)Cleanyournaillessmiddlefingerfirst,yourbully’scoldspunkisdrippingfromyourcockscomb.Takeahandfulofhayandwipeyourself.

           BELLA:Iknowyou,canvasser!Deadcod!

           BLOOM:Isawhim,kipkeeper!Poxandgleetvendor!

           BELLA:(Turnstothepiano.)WhichofyouwasplayingthedeadmarchfromSaul?

           ZOE:Me.Mindyourcornflowers.(Shedartstothepianoandbangschordsonitwithcrossedarms.)Thecat’sramblethroughtheslag.(Sheglancesback.)Eh?Who’smakinglovetomysweeties?(Shedartsbacktothetable.)What’syoursismineandwhat’smineismyown.

           (Kitty,disconcerted,coatsherteethwiththesilverpaper.BloomapproachesZoe.)

           BLOOM:(Gently.)Givemebackthatpotato,willyou?

           ZOE:Forfeits,afinethingandasuperfinething.

           BLOOM:(Withfeeling.)Itisnothing,butstill,arelicofpoormamma.

           ZOE:

           Giveathingandtakeitback

           God’llaskyouwhereisthat

           You’llsayyoudon’tknow

           God’llsendyoudownbelow.

           BLOOM:Thereisamemoryattachedtoit.Ishouldliketohaveit.

           STEPHEN:Tohaveornottohavethatisthequestion.

           ZOE:Here.(Shehaulsupareefofherslip,revealingherbarethigh,andunrollsthepotatofromthetopofherstocking.)Thosethathidesknowswheretofind.

           BELLA:(Frowns.)Here.Thisisn’tamusicalpeepshow.Anddon’tyousmashthatpiano.