boylan bumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear. ) hello, bloom! mrs bloom up yet?
bloom (in a flunkey's plum plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) i'm afraid not, sir, the last articles...
boylan (tosses him sixpence.) here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. (he hangs his hat smartly on a peg of bloom's antlered head.) me in. i have a little private business with your wife. you understand?
bloom thank you, sir. yes, sir, madam tweedy is in her bath, sir.
marion he ought to feel himself highly honoured. (she plops splashing out of the water.) raoul, darling, come and dry me. i'm in my pelt. only my new hat and a carriage sponge.
boylan (a merry twinkle in his eye.) topping!
bella what? what is it?
(zoe whispers to her.)
marion let him look, the pishogue! pimp! and scourge himself! i'll write to a powerful prostitute or bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.
bella (laughing.) ho ho ho ho.
boylan (to bloom, over his shoulder.) you can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while i just go through her a few times.
bloom thank you, sir, i will, sir. may i bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (he holds an ointment jar.) vaseline, sir? orangeflower?... lukewarm water?...
kitty (from the sofa.) tell us, florry. tell us. what.
(florry whispers to her. whispering lovewords murmur lip-lapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.)mina kennedy (her eyes upturned.) o, it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! o, he simply idolises every bit of her! stuck together! covered with kisses!
lydia douce (her mouth opening.) yumyum. o, he's carrying her round the room doing it! ride a cock horse. you could hear them in paris and new york. like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.
kitty (laughing.) hee hee hee.
boylan's voice (sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach.) ah! gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!