The Complete Novels Of George Orwell Part 29

NOSY WATSON [to himself, angrily]: [to himself, angrily]: Sod!... Gee'd into it and then a stretch all round.... Never even done the b.l.o.o.d.y job.... Sod! Sod!... Gee'd into it and then a stretch all round.... Never even done the b.l.o.o.d.y job.... Sod!

DEAFIE [singing]: With [singing]: With my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y MRS MCELLIGOT [half asleep]: Dear [half asleep]: Dear Michael.... He was real loving, Michael Michael.... He was real loving, Michael was. Tender an' true.... Never looked at another man since dat evenin' when I met'm outside Kronk's slaughter-house an' he gimme de two pound o' sausage as he'd b.u.mmed off de International Stores for his own supper....

MRS BENDIGO: Well, I suppose we'll get that b.l.o.o.d.y tea this time tomorrow.

MR TALLBOYS [chanting, reminiscently]: [chanting, reminiscently]: By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered thee, O Zion!... By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered thee, O Zion!...

DOROTHY: Oh, this cold, this cold!

SNOUTER: Well, I don't do no more - starries this side of Christmas. I'll 'ave my kip tomorrow if I 'ave to cut it out of their bowels.

NOSY WATSON: Detective, is he? Smith of the Flying Squad! Flying Judas more likely! All they can b.l.o.o.d.y docopping the old offenders what no beak won't give a fair chance.

GINGER: Well, I'm off for the fiddlede-dee. 'Oo's got a couple of clods for the water?

MRS MCELLIGOT [waking]: [waking]: Oh dear, oh dear! If my back ain't fair broke! Oh holy Jesus, if dis bench don't catch you across de kidneys! An' dere was me dreamin' I was warm in kip wid a nice cup a' tea an' two o' b.u.t.tered toast waitin' by me bedside. Well, dere goes me last wink o' sleep till I gets into Lambeth public lib'ry tomorrow. Oh dear, oh dear! If my back ain't fair broke! Oh holy Jesus, if dis bench don't catch you across de kidneys! An' dere was me dreamin' I was warm in kip wid a nice cup a' tea an' two o' b.u.t.tered toast waitin' by me bedside. Well, dere goes me last wink o' sleep till I gets into Lambeth public lib'ry tomorrow.

DADDY [his head emerging from within his overcoat like a tortoise's from within its sh.e.l.l]: [his head emerging from within his overcoat like a tortoise's from within its sh.e.l.l]: Wa.s.sat you said, boy? Paying money for water! How long've you bin on the road, you ignorant young scut? Money for b.l.o.o.d.y water? b.u.m it, boy, b.u.m it! Don't buy what you can b.u.m and don't b.u.m what you can steal. That's my wordfifty year on the road, man and boy. Wa.s.sat you said, boy? Paying money for water! How long've you bin on the road, you ignorant young scut? Money for b.l.o.o.d.y water? b.u.m it, boy, b.u.m it! Don't buy what you can b.u.m and don't b.u.m what you can steal. That's my wordfifty year on the road, man and boy. [Retires within his coat.] [Retires within his coat.]

MR TALLBOYS [chanting] : [chanting] : O all ye works of the Lord O all ye works of the Lord DEAFIE [singing]: With [singing]: With my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y CHARLIE: 'Oo was it copped you, Nosy?

THE KIKE:Oh Je-e-e-eeze!

MRS BENDIGO:Shove up, shove up! Seems to me some folks think they've took a mortgage on this b.l.o.o.d.y seat.

MR TALLBOYS [chanting]: [chanting]: O all ye works of the Lord, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever! O all ye works of the Lord, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever!

MRS MCELLIGOT: What I always says is, it's always us poor b.l.o.o.d.y Catholics dat's down in de b.l.o.o.d.y dumps. What I always says is, it's always us poor b.l.o.o.d.y Catholics dat's down in de b.l.o.o.d.y dumps.

NOSY WATSON: Smithy. Flying Squadflying sod! Give us the plans of the house and everything, and then had a van full of coppers waiting and nipped the lot of us. I wrote it up in the Black Maria: Smithy. Flying Squadflying sod! Give us the plans of the house and everything, and then had a van full of coppers waiting and nipped the lot of us. I wrote it up in the Black Maria: 'Detective Smith knows how to gee; Tell him he's a - from me.'

SNOUTER:'Ere, what about our - tea? Go on, Kikie, you're a young 'un; shut that - noise and take the drums. Don't you pay nothing. Worm it out of the old tart. Snivel. Do the doleful.

MR TALLBOYS [chanting]: [chanting]: O all ye children of men, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever! O all ye children of men, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever!

CHARLIE: What, is Smithy crooked too? What, is Smithy crooked too?

MRS BENDIGO: I tell you what, girls, I tell you what gets I tell you what, girls, I tell you what gets me me down, and that's to think of my b.l.o.o.d.y husband snoring under four blankets and me freezing in this b.l.o.o.d.y Square. That's what I can't stomach. The unnatural sod! down, and that's to think of my b.l.o.o.d.y husband snoring under four blankets and me freezing in this b.l.o.o.d.y Square. That's what I can't stomach. The unnatural sod!

GINGER [singing]: There [singing]: There they go they goin their joyDon't take that there drum with the cold sausage in it, Kikie. their joyDon't take that there drum with the cold sausage in it, Kikie.

NOSY WATSON: Crooked? Crooked? Crooked? Crooked? Why, a corkscrew 'ud look like a b.l.o.o.d.y bradawl beside of him! There isn't one of them double-sons of wh.o.r.es in the Flying Squad but 'ud sell his grandmother to the knackers for two pound ten and then sit on her gravestone eating potato crisps. The geeing, narking toe rag! Why, a corkscrew 'ud look like a b.l.o.o.d.y bradawl beside of him! There isn't one of them double-sons of wh.o.r.es in the Flying Squad but 'ud sell his grandmother to the knackers for two pound ten and then sit on her gravestone eating potato crisps. The geeing, narking toe rag!

CHARLIE: Perishing tough. 'Ow many convictions you got? Perishing tough. 'Ow many convictions you got?

GINGER [singing]: [singing]: There they goin their joy they goin their joy 'Appy girllucky boy boy NOSY WATSON: Fourteen. You don't stand no chance with that lot against you. Fourteen. You don't stand no chance with that lot against you.

MRS WAYNE: What, don't he keep you, then? What, don't he keep you, then?

MRS BENDIGO: No, I'm married to this one, sod 'im! I'm married to this one, sod 'im!

CHARLIE: I got perishing nine myself. I got perishing nine myself.

MR TALLBOYS [chanting]: [chanting]: O Ananias, Azarias and Misael, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever! O Ananias, Azarias and Misael, curse ye the Lord, curse Him and vilify Him for ever!

GINGER [singing]: [singing]: There they goin their joy they goin their joy 'Appy girllucky boy girllucky boy But 'ere am I-I-I- I-I-I- Broken'a-a-aarted!

G.o.d, I ain't 'ad a dig in the grave for three days. 'Ow long since you washed your face, Snouter?

MRS MCELLIGOT: Oh dear, oh dear! If dat boy don't come soon wid de tea me insides'll dry up like a b.l.o.o.d.y kippered herring. Oh dear, oh dear! If dat boy don't come soon wid de tea me insides'll dry up like a b.l.o.o.d.y kippered herring.

CHARLIE: You You can't sing, none of you. Ought to 'ear Snouter and me 'long towards Christmas time when we pipe up 'Good King Wenceslas' outside the boozers. 'Ymns, too. Blokes in the bar weep their perishing eyes out to 'ear us. 'Member when we tapped twice at the same 'ouse by mistake, Snouter? Old tart fair tore the innards out of us. can't sing, none of you. Ought to 'ear Snouter and me 'long towards Christmas time when we pipe up 'Good King Wenceslas' outside the boozers. 'Ymns, too. Blokes in the bar weep their perishing eyes out to 'ear us. 'Member when we tapped twice at the same 'ouse by mistake, Snouter? Old tart fair tore the innards out of us.

MR TALLBOYS [marching up and down behind an imaginary drum and singing]: [marching up and down behind an imaginary drum and singing]: All things vile and d.a.m.nable, All creatures great and small [Big Ben strikes half past ten.]

SNOUTER [mimicking the clock]: [mimicking the clock]: Ding dong, ding dong! Six and a - half hours of it! Cripes! Ding dong, ding dong! Six and a - half hours of it! Cripes!

GINGER: Kikie and me knocked off four of them safety-razor blades in Woolworth's 's afternoon. I'll 'ave a dig in the bleeding fountains tomorrow if I can b.u.m a bit of soap. Kikie and me knocked off four of them safety-razor blades in Woolworth's 's afternoon. I'll 'ave a dig in the bleeding fountains tomorrow if I can b.u.m a bit of soap.

DEAFIE: When I was a stooard in the P. & O., we used to meet them black Indians two days out at sea, in them there great canoes as they call catamarans, catching sea-turtles the size of dinner tables. When I was a stooard in the P. & O., we used to meet them black Indians two days out at sea, in them there great canoes as they call catamarans, catching sea-turtles the size of dinner tables.

MRS WAYNE: Did yoo used to be a clergyman, then, sir? Did yoo used to be a clergyman, then, sir?

MR TALLBOYS [halting]: [halting]: After the order of Melchizedec. There is no question of 'used to be', Madam. Once a priest always a priest. After the order of Melchizedec. There is no question of 'used to be', Madam. Once a priest always a priest. Hoc est corpus Hoc est corpus hocus-pocus. Even though unfrockedun-Crocked, we call itand dog-collar publicly torn off by the bishop of the diocese. hocus-pocus. Even though unfrockedun-Crocked, we call itand dog-collar publicly torn off by the bishop of the diocese.

GINGER [singing]: There [singing]: There they go they goin their joyThank Christ! 'Ere comes Kikie. Now for the consultation-free! their joyThank Christ! 'Ere comes Kikie. Now for the consultation-free!

MRS BENDIGO: Not before it's b.l.o.o.d.y needed. Not before it's b.l.o.o.d.y needed.

CHARLIE: 'OW come they give you the sack, mate? Usual story? Choirgirls in the family way? come they give you the sack, mate? Usual story? Choirgirls in the family way?

MRS MCELLIGOT: You've took your time, ain't you, young man? But come on, let's have a sup of it before me tongue falls out o' me b.l.o.o.d.y mouth. You've took your time, ain't you, young man? But come on, let's have a sup of it before me tongue falls out o' me b.l.o.o.d.y mouth.

MRS BENDIGO: Shove up, Daddy! You're sitting on my packet of b.l.o.o.d.y sugar. Shove up, Daddy! You're sitting on my packet of b.l.o.o.d.y sugar.

MR TALLBOYS: Girls is a euphemism. Only the usual flannel-bloomered hunters of the unmarried clergy. Church hensaltar-dressers and bra.s.s-polishers-spinsters growing bony and desperate. There is a demon that enters into them at thirty-five. Girls is a euphemism. Only the usual flannel-bloomered hunters of the unmarried clergy. Church hensaltar-dressers and bra.s.s-polishers-spinsters growing bony and desperate. There is a demon that enters into them at thirty-five.

THE KIKE: The old b.i.t.c.h wouldn't give me the hot water. Had to tap a toff in the street and pay a penny for it. The old b.i.t.c.h wouldn't give me the hot water. Had to tap a toff in the street and pay a penny for it.

SNOUTER: - likely story! Bin swigging it on the way more likely. - likely story! Bin swigging it on the way more likely.

DADDY [emerging from his overcoat]: [emerging from his overcoat]: Drum o' tea, eh? I could sup a drum o' tea. Drum o' tea, eh? I could sup a drum o' tea. [Belches slightly.] [Belches slightly.]

CHARLIE: When their bubs get like perishing razor stops? When their bubs get like perishing razor stops? I I know. know.

NOSY WATSON: Teab.l.o.o.d.y catlap. Better'n that cocoa in the stir, though. Lend's your cup, matie. Teab.l.o.o.d.y catlap. Better'n that cocoa in the stir, though. Lend's your cup, matie.

GINGER: Jest wait'll I knock a 'ole in this tin of milk. Shy us a money or your life, someone. Jest wait'll I knock a 'ole in this tin of milk. Shy us a money or your life, someone.

MRS BENDIGO: Easy with that b.l.o.o.d.y sugar!'Oo paid for it, I sh'd like to know? Easy with that b.l.o.o.d.y sugar!'Oo paid for it, I sh'd like to know?

MR TALLBOYS: When their bubs get like razor stops. I thank thee for that humour. When their bubs get like razor stops. I thank thee for that humour. Pippin's Weekly Pippin's Weekly made quite a feature of the case. 'Missing Canon's Sub Rosa Romance. Intimate Revelations.' And also an Open Letter in made quite a feature of the case. 'Missing Canon's Sub Rosa Romance. Intimate Revelations.' And also an Open Letter in John John Bull: 'To a Skunk in Shepherd's Clothing'. A pityI was marked out for preferment. 'To a Skunk in Shepherd's Clothing'. A pityI was marked out for preferment. [To Dorothy] [To Dorothy] Gaiters in the family, if you understand me. You would not think, would you, that the time has been when this unworthy backside dented the plush cushions of a cathedral stall? Gaiters in the family, if you understand me. You would not think, would you, that the time has been when this unworthy backside dented the plush cushions of a cathedral stall?

CHARLIE:'Ere comes Florry. Thought she'd be along soon as we got the tea going. Got a nose like a perishing vulture for tea, that girl 'as.

SNOUTER: Ay, always on the tap. Ay, always on the tap. [Singing] [Singing]

Tap, tap, tappety tap, I'm a perfec' devil at that MRS MCELLIGOT: De poor kid, she ain't got no sense. Why don't she go up to Piccadilly Circus where she'd get her five bob reg'lar? She won't do herself no good b.u.mmin' round de Square wid a set of miserable ole Tobies. De poor kid, she ain't got no sense. Why don't she go up to Piccadilly Circus where she'd get her five bob reg'lar? She won't do herself no good b.u.mmin' round de Square wid a set of miserable ole Tobies.

DOROTHY: Is that milk all right? Is that milk all right?

GINGER: All right? All right? [Applies his mouth to one of the holes in the tin and blows. A sticky greyish stream dribbles from the other.] [Applies his mouth to one of the holes in the tin and blows. A sticky greyish stream dribbles from the other.]

CHARLIE: What luck, Florry?'Ow 'bout that perishing toff as I see you get off with just now? What luck, Florry?'Ow 'bout that perishing toff as I see you get off with just now?

DOROTHY: It's got 'Not fit for babies' on it. It's got 'Not fit for babies' on it.

MRS BENDIGO: Well, you ain't a b.l.o.o.d.y baby, are you? You can drop your Buckingham Palace manners, 'ere, dearie. Well, you ain't a b.l.o.o.d.y baby, are you? You can drop your Buckingham Palace manners, 'ere, dearie.

FLORRY: Stood me a coffee and a f.a.gmingy b.a.s.t.a.r.d! That tea you got there, Ginger? You always Stood me a coffee and a f.a.gmingy b.a.s.t.a.r.d! That tea you got there, Ginger? You always was was my favourite, Ginger dear. my favourite, Ginger dear.

MRS WAYNE: There's jest thirteen of us. There's jest thirteen of us.

MR TALLBOYS: As we are not going to have any dinner you need not disturb yourself. As we are not going to have any dinner you need not disturb yourself.

GINGER: Whato, ladies and gents! Tea is served. Cups forward, please! Whato, ladies and gents! Tea is served. Cups forward, please!

THE KIKE: Oh Jeez! You ain't filled my b.l.o.o.d.y cup half full! Oh Jeez! You ain't filled my b.l.o.o.d.y cup half full!

MRS MCELLIGOT: Well, here's luck to us all, an' a better b.l.o.o.d.y kip tomorrow. Well, here's luck to us all, an' a better b.l.o.o.d.y kip tomorrow.

I'd ha' took shelter in one o' dem dere churches meself, only de b-s won't let you in if so be as dey t'ink you got de chats on you. [Drinks.] MRS WAYNE: MRS WAYNE: Well, I can't say as this is exactly the way as I've been Well, I can't say as this is exactly the way as I've been accustomed accustomed to drinking a cup of teabut still to drinking a cup of teabut still [Drinks.] [Drinks.]

CHARLIE: Perishing good cup of tea. Perishing good cup of tea. [Drinks.] [Drinks.]

DEAFIE: And there was flocks of them there green parakeets in the coco-nut palms, too. And there was flocks of them there green parakeets in the coco-nut palms, too. [Drinks.] [Drinks.]

MR TALLBOYS:.

What potions have I drunk of siren tears, Distilled from limbecs foul as h.e.l.l within!

[Drinks.]

SNOUTER: Last we'll get till five in the - morning. Last we'll get till five in the - morning. [Drinks.] [Drinks.]

[Florry produces a broken shop-made cigarette from her stocking, and cadges a match. The men, except Daddy, Deafie, and Mr Tallboys, roll cigarettes from picked-up f.a.g-ends. The red ends glow through the misty twilight, like a crooked constellation, as the smokers sprawl on the bench, the ground, or the slope of the parapet.]

MRS WAYNE: Well, there now! A nice cup of tea do seem to warm you up, don't it, now? Not but what I don't feel it a bit different, as you might say, not having no nice clean table-cloth like I've been accustomed to, and the beautiful china tea service as our mother used to have; and always, of course, the very best tea as money could buyreal Pekoe Points at two and nine a pound.... Well, there now! A nice cup of tea do seem to warm you up, don't it, now? Not but what I don't feel it a bit different, as you might say, not having no nice clean table-cloth like I've been accustomed to, and the beautiful china tea service as our mother used to have; and always, of course, the very best tea as money could buyreal Pekoe Points at two and nine a pound....

GINGER [singing]: [singing]: There they goin their joy they goin their joy 'Appy girllucky boy boy MR TALLBOYS [singing, to the tune of [singing, to the tune of'Deutschland, Deutschland uber alies']: Keep the aspidistra flying CHARLIE: 'OW long you two kids been in Smoke? long you two kids been in Smoke?

SNOUTER: I'm going to give them boozers such a doing tomorrow as they won't know if theyr'e on their 'eads or their -'eels. I'll 'ave my 'alf dollar if I 'ave to 'old them upside down and - shake 'em. I'm going to give them boozers such a doing tomorrow as they won't know if theyr'e on their 'eads or their -'eels. I'll 'ave my 'alf dollar if I 'ave to 'old them upside down and - shake 'em.

GINGER: Three days. We come down from Yorkskippering 'alf the way. G.o.d, wasn't it jest about bleeding nine carat gold, too! Three days. We come down from Yorkskippering 'alf the way. G.o.d, wasn't it jest about bleeding nine carat gold, too!

FLORRY: Got any more tea there, Ginger dear? Well, so long, folks. See you all at Wilkins's tomorrow morning. Got any more tea there, Ginger dear? Well, so long, folks. See you all at Wilkins's tomorrow morning.

MRS BENDIGO: Thieving little tart! Swallers 'er tea and then jacks off without so much as a thank you. Can't waste a b.l.o.o.d.y moment. Thieving little tart! Swallers 'er tea and then jacks off without so much as a thank you. Can't waste a b.l.o.o.d.y moment.

MRS MCELLIGOT: Cold? Ay, I b'lieve you. Skipperin' in de long gra.s.s wid no blanket an' de b.l.o.o.d.y dew fit to drown you, an' den can't get your b.l.o.o.d.y fire going' in de mornin', an' got to tap de milkman 'fore you can make yourself a drum o' tea. I've had some'v it when me and Michael was on de toby. Cold? Ay, I b'lieve you. Skipperin' in de long gra.s.s wid no blanket an' de b.l.o.o.d.y dew fit to drown you, an' den can't get your b.l.o.o.d.y fire going' in de mornin', an' got to tap de milkman 'fore you can make yourself a drum o' tea. I've had some'v it when me and Michael was on de toby.

MRS BENDIGO: Even go with blackies and Chinamen she will, the dirty little cow. Even go with blackies and Chinamen she will, the dirty little cow.

DOROTHY: How much does she get each time? How much does she get each time?

SNOUTER: Tanner. Tanner.

DOROTHY: Sixpence? Sixpence?

CHARLIE: Bet your life. Do it for a perishing f.a.g along towards morning. Bet your life. Do it for a perishing f.a.g along towards morning.

MRS MCELLIGOT: I never took less'n a shilling, never. I never took less'n a shilling, never.

GINGER: Kikie and me skippered in a boneyard one night. Woke up in the morning and found I was lying on a bleeding gravestone. Kikie and me skippered in a boneyard one night. Woke up in the morning and found I was lying on a bleeding gravestone.

THE KIKE: She ain't half got the crabs on her, too. She ain't half got the crabs on her, too.

MRS MCELLIGOT: Michael an' me skippered in a pigsty once. We was just acreepin' in, when, 'Holy Mary!' says Michael, 'dere's a pig in here!''Pig be -!' I says, 'he'll keep us warm anyway.' So in we goes, an' dere was an old sow lay on her side snorin' like a traction engine. I creeps up agen her an' puts me arms round her, an' beG.o.d she kept me warm all night. I've skippered worse. Michael an' me skippered in a pigsty once. We was just acreepin' in, when, 'Holy Mary!' says Michael, 'dere's a pig in here!''Pig be -!' I says, 'he'll keep us warm anyway.' So in we goes, an' dere was an old sow lay on her side snorin' like a traction engine. I creeps up agen her an' puts me arms round her, an' beG.o.d she kept me warm all night. I've skippered worse.

DEAFIE [singing]: With [singing]: With my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y my w.i.l.l.y w.i.l.l.y CHARLIE: Don't ole Deafie keep it up? Sets up a kind of a 'umming inside of 'im, 'e says. Don't ole Deafie keep it up? Sets up a kind of a 'umming inside of 'im, 'e says.

DADDY: When I was a boy we didn't live on this 'ere bread and marg and tea and suchlike trash. Good solid tommy we 'ad in them days. Beef stoo. Black pudden. Bacon dumpling. Pig's 'ead. Fed like a fighting-c.o.c.k on a tanner a day. And now fifty year I've 'ad of it on the toby. Spud-grabbing, pea-picking, lambing, turnip-toppingeverythink. And sleeping in wet straw and not once in a year you don't fill your guts right full. Well! When I was a boy we didn't live on this 'ere bread and marg and tea and suchlike trash. Good solid tommy we 'ad in them days. Beef stoo. Black pudden. Bacon dumpling. Pig's 'ead. Fed like a fighting-c.o.c.k on a tanner a day. And now fifty year I've 'ad of it on the toby. Spud-grabbing, pea-picking, lambing, turnip-toppingeverythink. And sleeping in wet straw and not once in a year you don't fill your guts right full. Well! [Retires within his coat.] [Retires within his coat.]

MRS MCELLIGOT: But he was real bold, Michael was. He'd go in anywhere. Many's de time we've broke into an empty house an' kipped in de best bed. 'Other people got homes,' he'd say. 'Why shouln't we have'm too!' But he was real bold, Michael was. He'd go in anywhere. Many's de time we've broke into an empty house an' kipped in de best bed. 'Other people got homes,' he'd say. 'Why shouln't we have'm too!'

GINGER [singing]: [singing]: But I'm dancing with tearsin my eyes But I'm dancing with tearsin my eyes MR TALLBOYS [to himself]: Absumet haeres Caecuba dignior! [to himself]: Absumet haeres Caecuba dignior! To think that there were twenty-one bottles of Clos St Jacques 1911 in my cellar still, that night when the baby was born and I left for London on the milk train!... To think that there were twenty-one bottles of Clos St Jacques 1911 in my cellar still, that night when the baby was born and I left for London on the milk train!...

MRS WAYNE: And as for the And as for the wreaths wreaths we 'as sent us when our mother died-well, you wouldn't believe!'Uge, they was.... we 'as sent us when our mother died-well, you wouldn't believe!'Uge, they was....

MRS BENDIGO: If I'ad my time over again I'd marry for b.l.o.o.d.y money. If I'ad my time over again I'd marry for b.l.o.o.d.y money.

GINGER [singing]: [singing]: But I'm dancing with tearsin my eyes 'Cos the girlin my armsisn't youoou!

NOSY WATSON: Some of you lot think you got a b.l.o.o.d.y lot to howl about, don't you? What about a poor sod like me? You wasn't narked into the stir when you was eighteen year old, was you?

THE KIKE: Oh Je-e-e Oh Je-e-eeeze!

CHARLIE: Ginger, you can't sing no more'n a perishing tomcat with the gutsache. Just you listen to me. I'll give y'a treat. Ginger, you can't sing no more'n a perishing tomcat with the gutsache. Just you listen to me. I'll give y'a treat. [Singing]:-Jesxi [Singing]:-Jesxi, lover of my my soul soul MR TALLBOYS [to himself]: Et ego [to himself]: Et ego in Crockford... . With Bishops and Archbishops and with all the Company of Heaven.... in Crockford... . With Bishops and Archbishops and with all the Company of Heaven....