CHARLIE: Nice soft behind you got, Ma. Keep an eye out for the perishing flat-tie, Ginger.
MR TALLBOYS: Malecidite, omnia opera! The Black Mass! Why not?
Once a priest always a priest. Hand me a chunk of toke and I willmwork the miracle. Sulphur candles, Lord's Prayer backwards, crucifix upside down. [To Dorothy] If we had a black he goat you would come in useful.
[The animal heat of the piled bodies had already made itself felt. A drowsiness is descending upon everyone.]
MRS WAYNE: You mustn't think as I'm accustomed to sitting on a gentleman's knee, you know…
MRS MCELLIGOT [drowsily]: It took my sacraments regular till the bloody priest wouldn't give me absolution along oh my Michael. The ole get, the ole get!
MR TALLBOYS [striking an attitude]: Per aquam sacratam quam nunc spar
