Source Text: JUNO1.3Jerry: Oh, here you are at last! I've been searchin' for you everywhere. The foreman in Foley's told me you hadn't left the snug with Joxer ten minutes before I went in.
Mrs. Boyle: An' he swearin' on the holy prayer-book that he wasn't in no snug!
Boyle: What business is it o' yours whether I was in a snug or no? what do you want to be gallopin' about afther me for? Is a man not to be allowed to leave his house for a minute without havin' a pack o' spies, pimps an' informers cantherin' at his heels?
Jerry: Oh, you're takin' a wrong view of it, Mr. Boyle; I simply was anxious to do you a good turn. I have a message for you from Father Farrell : He says that if you go to the job that's on in Rathmines, an' ask for Foreman Managan, you'll get a start.
Boyle: That's all right, but I don't want the motions of me body to be watched the way an asthronomer ud watch a star. If you're folleyin' Mary aself, you've no pereeogative to be folleyin' me. U-ugh, I'm afther gettin' a terrible twinge in me right leg!
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, it won't be very long now till it travels into your left wan. It's miraculous that whenever he scents a job in front of him, his legs begin to fail him! Then, me bucko, if you lose this chance, you may go an' furrage for yourself!
Jerry: This job'll last for some time too, Captain, an' as soon as the foundations are in, it'll be cushy enough.
Boyle: Won't it be a climbin' job? How d'ye expect me to be able to go up a ladder with these legs? An', if I get up aself, how am I goin' to get down agen?
Mrs. Boyle: Get wan o' the labourers to carry you down in a hod! You can't climb a laddher, but you can skip like a goat into a snug!
Jerry: I wouldn't let myself be let down that easy, Mr. Boyle; a little exercise, now, might do you all the good in the world.
Boyle: It's a docthor you should have been, Devine -- maybe you know more about the pains in me legs than meself that has them?
Jerry: Oh, I know nothin' about the pains in your legs; I've brought the message that Father Farrell gave me, an' that's all I can do.
Mrs. Boyle: Here, sit down an' take your breakfast, an' go an' get ready; an' don't be actin' as if you couldn't pull a wing out of a dead bee.
Boyle: I want no breakfast, I tell you; it ud choke me afther all that's been said. I've a little spirit left in me still.
Mrs. Boyle: Well, let's see your spirit, then, an' go in at wanst an' put on your moleskin trousers!
Boyle: It ud be betther for a man to be dead! U-ugh! There's another twinge in me other leg! Nobody but meself knows the sufferin' I'm goin' through with the pains in these legs o' mine!
Mrs. Boyle: I'll have to push off now, for I'm terrible late already, but I was determined to stay an' hunt that Joxer this time.
Jerry: Are you going out, Mary?
Mary: It looks like it when I'm putting on my hat, doesn't it?
Jerry: The bitther word agen, Mary.
Mary: You won't allow me to be friendly with you; if I thry, you deliberately misundherstand it.
Jerry: I didn't always misundherstand it; you were often delighted to have the arms of Jerry around you.
Mary: If you go on talkin' like this, Jerry Devine, you'll make me hate you!
Jerry: Well, let it be either a weddin' or a wake! Listen, Mary, I'm standin' for the Secretaryship of our Union. There's only one opposin' me; I'm popular with all the men, an' a good speaker -- all are sayin' that I'll get elected.
Mary: Well?
Jerry: The job's worth three hundred an' fifty pounds a year, Mary. You an' I could live nice an' cosily on that; it would lift you out o' this place an'...
Mary: I haven't time to listen to you now -- I have to go.
Jerry: Mary, what's come over you with me for the last few weeks? You hardly speak to me, an' then only a word with a face o' bittherness on it. Have you forgotten, Mary, all the happy evenin's that were as sweet as the scented hawthorn that sheltered the sides o' the road as we saunthered through the country?
Mary: That's all over now. When you get your new job, Jerry, you won't be long findin' a girl far betther than I am for your sweetheart.
Jerry: Never, never, Mary! No matther what happens, you'll always be the same to me.
Mary: I must be off; please let me go, Jerry.
Jerry: I'll go a bit o' the way with you.
Mary: You needn't, thanks; I want to be by meself.
Jerry: You're goin' to meet another fella; you've clicked with someone else, me lady!
Mary: That's no concern o' yours, Jerry Devine; let me go!
Jerry: I saw yous comin' our o' the Cornflower Dance Class, an' you hangin' on his arm -- a thin, lanky strip of a Micky Dazzler, with a walkin'-stick an' gloves!
Johnny: What are you doin' there -- pullin' about everything!
Boyle: I'm puttin' on me moleskin trousers!
Mary: You're hurtin' me arm! Let me go, or I'll scream, an' then you'll have the oul' fella out on top of us!
Jerry: Don't be so hard on a fella, Mary, don't be so hard.
Boyle: What's the meanin' of all this hillabaloo?
Mary: Let me go, let me go!
Boyle: D'ye hear me -- what's all this hillabaloo about?
Jerry: Will you not give us one kind word, one kind word, Mary?
Boyle: D'ye hear me talkin' to yous? What's all this hillabaloo for?
Jerry: Let me kiss your hand, your little, tiny, white hand!
Boyle: Your little, tiny, white hand -- are you takin' leave o' your senses, man?
Boyle: This is nice goin's on in front of her father!
Jerry: Ah, dhry up, for God's sake!