[Of a more ungainly make.] Depends on what he drank out of you.
Second Pot.
What’s that you say, you lopsided object?
Third Pot.
That’s right. Sneer at me! ’Tisn’t my fault if the potter’s hand shook when he made me. He was not sober.
Fourth Pot.
[I think a Súfi pipkin.] It’s all very well to talk about pot and potter. What I want to know is, what did the pot call the kettle?
Third Pot.
[Grumbling.] I believe my clay’s too dry. That’s what’s the matter with me!