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BLOOM
:
(
With
feeling
.
)
It
is
nothing
,
but
still
,
a
relic
of
poor
mamma
.
ZOE
:
Give
a
thing
and
take
it
back
God
’
ll
ask
you
where
is
that
You
’
ll
say
you
don
’
t
know
God
’
ll
send
you
down
below
.
BLOOM
:
There
is
a
memory
attached
to
it
.
I
should
like
to
have
it
.
STEPHEN
:
To
have
or
not
to
have
that
is
the
question
.
ZOE
:
Here
.
(
She
hauls
up
a
reef
of
her
slip
,
revealing
her
bare
thigh
,
and
unrolls
the
potato
from
the
top
of
her
stocking
.
)
Those
that
hides
knows
where
to
find
.
BELLA
:
(
Frowns
.
)
Here
.
This
isn
’
t
a
musical
peepshow
.
And
don
’
t
you
smash
that
piano
.
