Fame: Green is his favourite colour.
The Crowd: Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Fame: 'Ere, tell us something. They want to know all about yer.
de Reves: Wouldn't[9] you perhaps ... would they care to hear my sonnet, if you would—er ...
Fame (picking up quill): Here, what's this?
de Reves: Oh, that's my pen.
Fame (after another blast on her trumpet): He writes with a quill.
[Cheers from the Crowd.
Fame (going to a cupboard): Here, what have you got in here?
de Reves: Oh ... er ... those are my breakfast things.