MICHAEL. Oh, you son of a bitch! Do you see this? [ Shows his fist ].
TRAMP. I will not allow exploitations to be performed on the female sex.
MICHAEL. I'll give you such an extolpation that you'll not know which end you stand on.…
TRAMP. Go on, strike away! Why don't you? [ Holds out his face ].
MICHAEL[ shrugs his shoulders and spreads out his arms ] Suppose I really go for you?
TRAMP. I tell you, strike!
MICHAEL. Well, you are a rum chap, now I come to look at you. [ Drops his arms and shakes his head ].
IGNÁT[ to Tramp ] One sees at once that you're pretty sweet on the women, damn you!
TRAMP. I stand up for their rights.
MICHAEL[ to Martha as, breathing heavily, he steps to the table ] Well Martha, you must set a big candle before the saints for his sake. But for him, I'd have beaten you to a jelly.