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BOYLAN: (Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers,
winks) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He
holds out a forefinger) Smell that.
LENEHAN: (Smells gleefully) Ah! Lobster and mayon-
naise. Ah!
ZOE AND FLORRY: (Laugh together) Ha ha ha ha.
BOYLAN: (Jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for
all to hear) Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet?
BLOOM: (In flunkey’s prune plush coat and kneebreech-
es, buff stockings and powdered wig) I’m afraid not, sir. The
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BOYLAN: (Tosses him sixpence) Here, to buy yourself a
gin and splash. (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom’s
antlered head) Show me in. I have a little private business
with your wife, you understand?
BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in
her bath, sir.
MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured.
(She plops splashing out of the water) Raoul darling, come
and dry me. I’m in my pelt. Only my new hat and a carriage
sponge.
BOYLAN: (A merry twinkle in his eye) Topping!
BELLA: What? What is it?
(Zoe whispers to her.)
MARION: Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And
scourge himself! I’ll write to a powerful prostitute or Bar-
tholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him
an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and
stamped receipt.