Mr. Moriarty. "Look here, Ada, how much longer, for goodness sake, are ye goin' to be dressin' yourself?"
Voice from the heights. "Only ten minutes, dear!"
Mr. Moriarty. "Well, all I can say is, if I've got to wait here ten minutes, I'll—I'll be off this blessed moment!"
Mick ("boots" at the Ballyragg Hotel, knocking at visitor's door at four a.m.). "Fwhat toime wud ye wish to be called this morrnun', sorr?"