Bottom Stop your blithering man and answer my question. Freeloader We-- we-- we-- Bottom Then use the urinal! You blabbering nincompoop. TWADDLE! You answer the question. Twaddle Well, Sir, we-- we-- we-- Bottom What ' s going on here? There is more dribble comes out of you two than there is from Harry Bumthinker. I hope you appreciate, your benefactor is absolutely livid. This will cost him money! MORE MONEY. Brudder I don’ t follow. Pickles Brudder cut in. Bottom He will now have to pay the gypsies to cross over to the south side of the River Slutch. I take it that you wish to make a claim to the north territory? You will see to it, you two hanging over the urinal, that it appears to the public as a great victory. UNDERSTAND? Freeloader Yes-- Mister We-- we-- Bot—– Bot-- Bottom. Twaddle Yes, yes-- indeed Mister Slutch Ass-- Bottom-- Sir. Bottom Blithering idiots! Brudder It shall be taken care of, Mister Bottom, SIR. Pickles Finley Bottom departed with an approving glance at Davy Brudder. He slammed the door, almost trapping Harry Bumthinker’ s index finger, thumb and pornographic membrane in the jamb.
THE TIPHEAD WASTELANDS( SOUTHERN TERRITORY)
Pickles The next morning I sauntered up to the Tiphead Wastelands. To my amazement, the gypsy encampment had been re-sited on the south side of the River Slutch. The air vibrated to the sound of violins and smelled of sizzling sausages, Boddingtons ' s bitter and vintage plonk. I wandered over to the caravans.‘ Hey, Tam Donk, what has happened?’ Donk Oh, hello Pickles, me old mucker. Sit yerself down and have a pint. Pickles Why have you moved, Tam? Donk Ah! Dat nice little lad, Davy Brudder give us a bag o ' money. Pickles For you all to move over the bridge to this side of the River Slutch? Donk
Tis a fact. Wif our consent he will soon plant his little flag on de north side. It is of little concern to us