(Scrubbing his cheek with his sleeve.) All right! Y'see, I come stryte 'ere, to get rid o' this. (He drinks.) (MRS. L: Tes a pity yu'm not got a wife to see't yu wash yureself.) (Goggling) Wife! Not me--I daon't want ter myke no food for pahder. Wot oh!--they said, time o' the war--ye're fightin' for yer children's 'eritage. Well; wot's the 'eritage like, now we've got it? Empty as a shell before yer put the 'igh explosive in. Wot's it like? (Warming to his theme) Like a prophecy in the pypers--not a bit more substantial. (MRS. L: How 'e du talk! The gas goes to yore 'ead, I think!) I did the gas to-dy in the cellars of an 'ouse where the wine was mountains 'igh. A regiment couldn't 'a drunk it. Marble pillars in the 'all, butler broad as an observytion balloon, an' four conscientious khaki footmen. When the guns was roarin' the talk was all for no more o' them glorious weeds-style an' luxury was orf. See wot it is naow. You've got a bare crust in the cupboard 'ere, I works from 'and to mouth in a glutted market--an' there they stand abaht agyne in their britches in the 'oases o' the gryte. I was reg'lar overcome by it. I left a thing in that cellar--I left a thing.... It'll be a bit ork'ard for me to-mower. (Drinks from his mug.)

Lemmy Monologue from The Foundations (An Extravagant Play)

Rehearse Lemmy's monologue