Bloom:  (Bends his blushing face into his armpit and Simpers with
forefinger in mouth) O, I know what you’re hinting at now!

Bello:  What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? (He Stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat Suet folds of Bloom’s haunches) Up!  Up!  Manx cat!  What have we here?  Where’s your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly?  Sing, birdy, sing.  It’s as limp as a boy of six’s doing his pooly behind a cart.  Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (Loudly) Can you do a man’s job?

Bloom:  Eccles street ...

Bello:  (Sarcastically) I wouldn’t hurt your feelings for the world but there’s a man of brawn in possession there.  The tables are turned, my gay young fellow!  He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man.  Well for you, you muff, if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it.  He shot his bolt, I can tell you!  Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast!  He’s no eunuch.  A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush!  Wait for nine months, my lad!  Holy ginger, it’s kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already!  That makes you wild, don’t it?  Touches the spot? (He spits in contempt) Spittoon!

Bloom:  I was indecently treated, I ...  Inform the police.  Hundred pounds. 
Unmentionable.  I ...

Bello:  Would if you could, lame duck.  A downpour we want not your drizzle.

Bloom:  To drive me mad!  Moll!  I forgot!  Forgive!  Moll ...  We ...  Still ...

Bello:  (Ruthlessly) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman’s will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.  Return and see.

(Old sleepy hollow calls over the Wold.)

Sleepy hollow:  Rip van Wink!  Rip van Winkle!

Bloom:  (In tattered MOCASSINS with A rusty FOWLINGPIECE, tiptoeing,
FINGERTIPPING, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond
panes, cries out) I see her!  It’s she!  The first night at Mat Dillon’s! 
But that dress, the green!  And her hair is dyed gold and he ...

Bello:  (Laughs mockingly) That’s your daughter, you owl, with a Mullingar student.

(Milly bloom, FAIRHAIRED, GREENVESTED, SLIMSANDALLED, her blue scarf in the SEAWIND simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and calls, her young eyes WONDERWIDE.)