Mike. Ony toime.
Patsy. Who leg?
Mike. Begob, onbody’s if they can pay for the job. (B. impatiently calls “Mike, Mike!”)
Mike. Comin’, sor.
Patsy. (Sees machine through door.) What machine? All samee lope loun wheel.
Mike. (Scratching his head.) I’m thinkin’ it would take a Frinchman or a Dago to talk to the haythen.
Patsy. Lope loun wheel. (Makes sign of turning.)
Mike. He wants to turn a bit. Begob, yez may turn awhile.
Norah. Be careful, Mike. The doctor wouldn’t like it. (They enter D. F.)
Mike. (Voice heard.) Turn aisy loike. It’s great shport. (Patsy turns machine.)