My hands want washing, too.
My God, you’ve turned the water into wine.
Get me some fresh.
(Rada approaches, stares at the bowl, and moves back, swaying a little.)
Brander (roughly).
I’ll empty it. Give it to me.
(He goes out.)
Nanko.
The Old Testament, you know, is full of it.
Who is this, it says, that cometh from Edom,
In dyed garments from Bozrah? It was blood
That dyed their garments. And in Revelation
Blood came out of the wine-press, till it splashed
The bridles of the horses; and the seas
Were all turned into blood. Doesn’t that show
That man’s a fighting animal?
Tarrasch (again fumbling at the bedroom door).
Give me the key.
Rada (thrusting herself between him and the door).