(Confidentially) Bit dyngerous, 'yn't it? trustin' the Press? Their right 'ands never knows wot their left 'ands is writin'. (To THE PRESS) 'Yn't that true, speakin' as a man? (PRESS: Mr. Lemmy, even the Press is capable of gratitude.) Is it? I should ha' thought it was too important for a little thing like that. (To LORD WILLIAM) But ye're quite right; we couldn't do wivaht the Press--there wouldn't be no distress, no coffin, no revolution--'cos nobody'd know nuffin' abaht it. Why! There wouldn't be no life at all on Earf in these dyes, wivaht the Press! It's them wot says: "Let there be Light--an' there is Light." (LORD W: Umm! That's rather a new thought to me.) But abaht Muvver, I'll tell yer 'ow we can arrynge. You send 'er the ten bob a week wivaht syin' anyfink, an' she'll fink it comes from Gawd or the Gover'ment yer cawn't tell one from t'other in Befnal Green.

Lemmy Monologue from The Foundations (An Extravagant Play)

Rehearse Lemmy's monologue