O’MADDEN Burke:  Free fox in a free henroost.

Davy Byrne:  (Yawning) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

Bloom:  Mixed races and mixed marriage.

Lenehan:  What about mixed bathing?

(Bloom explains to those near him his schemes for social regeneration. 
All agree with him.  The keeper of the Kildare street museum appears,
dragging A lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked
goddesses, Venus CALLIPYGE, Venus Pandemos, Venus metempsychosis, and
plaster figures, also naked, representing the new nine muses, Commerce,
operatic music, Amor, publicity, manufacture, liberty of speech, plural
voting, gastronomy, private hygiene, seaside concert entertainments,
painless obstetrics and astronomy for the people.)

Father Farley:  He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

Mrs Riordan:  (Tears up her will) I’m disappointed in you!  You bad man!

Mother Grogan:  (Removes her boot to throw it at bloom) You beast!  You abominable person!

Nosey Flynn:  Give us a tune, Bloom.  One of the old sweet songs.

BLOOM:  (WITH ROLLICKING HUMOUR)

    I vowed that I never would leave her,
    She turned out a cruel deceiver. 
    With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

Hoppy Holohan:  Good old Bloom!  There’s nobody like him after all.

Paddy Leonard:  Stage Irishman!

Bloom:  What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar?  The Rows of
Casteele. (Laughter.)

Lenehan:  Plagiarist!  Down with Bloom!

The veiled Sibyl:  (Enthusiastically) I’m a Bloomite and I glory in it.  I believe in him in spite of all.  I’d give my life for him, the funniest man on earth.

Bloom:  (Winks at the bystanders) I bet she’s a bonny lassie.

Theodore Purefoy:  (In FISHINGCAP and oilskin jacket) He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

The veiled Sibyl:  (Stabs herself) My hero god! (She dies)