Bedad, ma'am, she's hurt behind now; for Larry bouled her over like a skittle. (General delight at this typical stroke of Irish Rabelaisianism). (NORA: It's well the lad wasn't killed.) Faith it wasn't o Larry we were thinkin jus dhen, wi dhe pig takin the main sthreet o Rosscullen on market day at a mile a minnit. Dh ony thing Broadbint could get at wi dhe pig in front of him was a fut brake; n the pig's tail was undher dhat; so that whin he thought he was putn non the brake he was ony squeezin the life out o the pig's tail. The more he put the brake on the more the pig squealed n the fasther he dhruv. (AUNT JUDY: Why couldn't he throw the pig out into the road?) Sure he couldn't stand up to it, because he was spanchelled-like between his seat and dhat thing like a wheel on top of a stick between his knees.

Doran Monologue from John Bull's Other Island

Rehearse Doran's monologue