Bella: (Laughing) Ho ho ho ho.
Boylan: (To bloom, over his shoulder) You can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.
Bloom: Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (He holds out an ointment jar) Vaseline, sir? Orangeflower ...? Lukewarm water ...?
Kitty: (From the sofa) Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What.
(Florry whispers to her.
Whispering LOVEWORDS murmur, LIPLAPPING loudly,
POPPYSMIC PLOPSLOP.)
Mina Kennedy: (Her eyes upturned) O, it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her! Stuck together! Covered with kisses!
Lydia douce: (Her mouth opening) Yumyum. O, he’s carrying her round the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and New York. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.
Kitty: (Laughing) Hee hee hee.
Boylan’s voice: (Sweetly,
hoarsely, in the pit of his
stomach) Ah!
Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!
MARION’S voice: (Hoarsely, sweetly,
rising to her throat) O!
Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?
Bloom: (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself) Show! Hide! Show! Plough her! More! Shoot!
Bella, Zoe, Florry, Kitty: Ho ho! Ha ha! Hee hee!
Lynch: (Points) The mirror up to nature. (He laughs) Hu hu hu hu hu!
(Stephen and bloom gaze in
the mirror. The face of
William Shakespeare,
beardless, appears there, rigid
in facial paralysis, crowned by
the
reflection of the reindeer antlered
hatrack in the hall.)
Shakespeare: (In dignified ventriloquy) ’Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. (To bloom) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Gaze. (He crows with A black capon’s laugh) Iagogo! How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. Iagogogo!
Bloom: (Smiles YELLOWLY at the three whores) When will I hear the joke?
Zoe: Before you’re twice married and once a widower.
Bloom: Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death ...