Shawn Early: He is gone clean mad. Great arguing he had, and leaping and roaring.
Bartley Fallon: (Taking off crate.) He went very near to tear us all asunder. I declare I amn't worth a match.
Mrs. Broderick: He made a reel in my head, till I don't know am I right myself.
Shawn Early: Bawling his life out, tearing his clothes, tearing and eating them. Look at his top-coat he left after him.
Bartley Fallon: He poured all over with pure white foam.
Peter Tannian: There now is an end of your elegant man.
Shawn Early: Bit he was with the mad dog that went tearing, and lads chasing him a while ago.
Miss Joyce: Sure that was Tannian's own dog, that had a bit of meat snapped from Quirke's ass-car. He is without this door now. (All look out.) He has the appearance of having a full meal taken.
Bartley Fallon: And they to be saying I went mad. That is the way always, and a thing to be tasked to me that was not in it at all.
Mrs. Broderick: (Laying her hand on Miss Joyce's shoulder.) Take comfort now; and if it was the moon done all, and has your bachelor swept, let you not begrudge it its full share of praise for the hand it had in banishing a strange bird, might have gone wild and bawling like eleven, and you after being wed with him, and would maybe have put a match to the roof. And hadn't you the luck of the world now, that you did not give notice to the priest!