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ROBIN How truly Bunyanesque of you!
ROLAND Don't be a bloody cunt. Do you want me to tell you the dream or not?
P.A. Do go on –
ALICE Well, really! Are we supposed to listen to language like that? It is not even sexual – as P.A. would agree.
ROLAND All right, Xanthippe, darling. Socrates' complaint is comprehensible if we are not allowed to discuss naturally and spontaneously.
ALICE I have no objection at all, but surely it is not necessary to talk like that. Yes, I know – you are going to say ‘like what?‘, but I shan't repeat such … such … language, though you are trying to make me use the words. You know very well what I mean, but I have to think of Rosemary. I am sure she agrees.
ROSEMARY Oh yes, Ma'am, I do. My mum was very particular how she brought me up. When I asked her what she and her gentleman were doing – I had come into the room innocently because Patricia our dog was barking so loud – Trixie we used to call him because it sounded less girlish if you see what I mean – him being a dog and not a bitch if you will excuse the expression, Ma'am –
ROBIN Oh God-all-fucking-mighty-do get on, will you.
ALICE There you go again – is it necessary to be blasphemous to make yourself clear?
P.A. He is speaking rhapsodically – not with social or scientific precision.