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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
Bartholomona
,
the
bearded
woman
,
to
raise
weals
out
on
him
an
inch
thick
and
make
him
bring
me
back
a
signed
and
stamped
receipt
.
BOYLAN
:
(
Clasps
himself
.
)
Here
,
I
can
’
t
hold
this
little
lot
much
longer
.
(
He
strides
off
on
stiff
cavalry
legs
.
)
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
.
)
