You move a motion?  Steve boy, you’re going it some.  More bluggy drunkables?  Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation?  Give’s a breather.  Landlord, landlord, have you good wine, staboo?  Hoots, mon, a wee drap to pree.  Cut and come again.  Right.  Boniface!  Absinthe the lot.  NOS OMNES BIBERIMUS VIRIDUM TOXICUM DIABOLUS CAPIAT POSTERIORIA NOSTRIA.  Closingtime, gents.  Eh?  Rome boose for the Bloom toff.  I hear you say onions?  Bloo?  Cadges ads.  Photo’s papli, by all that’s gorgeous.  Play low, pardner.  Slide.  BONSOIR la Compagnie.  And snares of the poxfiend.  Where’s the buck and Namby Amby?  Skunked?  Leg bail.  Aweel, ye maun e’en gang yer gates.  Checkmate.  King to tower.  Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his hed 2 night.  Crickey, I’m about sprung.  Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet.  Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child.  Cot’s plood and prandypalls, none!  Not a pite of sheeses?  Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other licensed spirits.  Time, gents!  Who wander through the world.  Health all!  A la VOTRE!

Golly, whatten tunket’s yon guy in the mackintosh?  Dusty Rhodes.  Peep at his wearables.  By mighty!  What’s he got?  Jubilee mutton.  Bovril, by James.  Wants it real bad.  D’ye ken bare socks?  Seedy cuss in the Richmond?  Rawthere!  Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.  Trumpery insanity.  Bartle the Bread we calls him.  That, sir, was once a prosperous cit.  Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn.  Slung her hook, she did.  Here see lost love.  Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon.  Tuck and turn in.  Schedule time.  Nix for the hornies.  Pardon?  Seen him today at a runefal?  Chum o’ yourn passed in his checks?  Ludamassy!  Pore piccaninnies!  Thou’ll no be telling me thot, Pold veg!  Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in black bag?  Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best.  I never see the like since I was born.  TIENS, TIENS, but it is well sad, that, my faith, yes.  O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine.  Live axle drives are souped.  Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow.  Jappies?  High angle fire, inyah!  Sunk by war specials.  Be worse for him, says he, nor any Rooshian.  Time all.  There’s eleven of them.  Get ye gone.  Forward, woozy wobblers!  Night.  Night.  May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.

Your attention!  We’re nae tha fou.  The Leith police dismisseth us.  The least tholice.  Ware hawks for the chap puking.  Unwell in his abominable regions.  Yooka.  Night.  Mona, my true love.  Yook.  Mona, my own love.  Ook.

Hark!  Shut your obstropolos.  Pflaap!  Pflaap!  Blaze on.  There she goes.  Brigade!  Bout ship.  Mount street way.  Cut up!  Pflaap!  Tally ho.  You not come?  Run, skelter, race.  Pflaaaap!