Michael Miskell. I would never ask at all to go eating periwinkles.
Mike McInerney [sitting up]. Have you any one to fight me?
Michael Miskell [whimpering]. I have not, only the Lord!
Mike McInerney. Let you leave putting insults on me so, and death picking at you!
Michael Miskell. Sure I am saying nothing at all to displease you. It is why I wouldn't go eating periwinkles, I'm in dread I might swallow the pin.
Mike McInerney. Who in the world wide is asking you to eat them? You're as tricky as a fish in the full tide!
Michael Miskell. Tricky is it! Oh, my curse and the curse of the four and twenty men upon you!
Mike McInerney. That the worm may chew you from skin to marrow bone! [Seizes his pillow.]
Michael Miskell [seizing his own pillow]. I'll leave my death on you, you scheming vagabone!
Mike McInerney. By cripes! I'll pull out your pin feathers! [throwing pillow].