major booth voysey. Well, sir, people tell me I'm a useful man on committees.
mr. voysey. I don't doubt it . . your voice must drown all discussion.
major booth voysey. You can't say I don't listen to you, sir.
mr. voysey. I don't . . and I'm not blaming you. But I must say I often think what a devil of a time the family will have with you when I'm gone. Fortunately for your poor mother, she's deaf.
major booth voysey. And wouldn't you wish me, sir, as eldest son . . . Trenchard not counting . . .
mr. voysey. [with the crack of another nut.] Trenchard not counting. By all means, bully them. Get up your subjects a bit better, and then bully them. I don't manage things that way myself, but I think it's your best chance . . if there weren't other people present I'd say your only chance, Booth.
major booth voysey. [with some discomfort.] Ha! If I were a conceited man, sir, I could trust you to take it out of me.
mr. voysey. [as he taps mr. booth with the nut crackers.] Help yourself, George, and drink to your godson's health. Long may he keep his chest notes! Never heard him on parade, have you?
tregoning. I notice military men must display themselves . . that's why Booth acts as a firescreen. I believe that after mess that position is positively rushed.
major booth voysey. [cheering to find an opponent he can tackle.] If you want a bit of fire, say so, you sucking Lord Chancellor. Because I mean to allow you to be my brother-in-law, you think you can be impertinent.