Conan: Is it that I would spend one of my
seven blasts convincing the like of ye?
Rock: It is likely the case there is no power in
it at all.
Conan: I'm very sure there is surely. The world
will be a new world before to-morrow's Angelus bell.
Flannery: I never could believe in a bellows.
Rock: Here now is a fair offer. I'll loan you
this bag of notes to pay your charges to Dublin if
you will change that little pigeon in the crib into a
crow.
Conan: I will do no such folly.
Rock: You wouldn't because you'd be afeared
to try.
Conan: Hold it up to me. I'll show you am
I afeared!
Rock: There it is now. (Holds up cage.)
Conan: Have a care! (Blows.)