Maginni:  DANSEZ avec Vos dames!  CHANGEZ de dames!  DONNEZ le Petit bouquet
A VOTRE dame!  REMERCIEZ!

The pianola: 

    Best, best of all,
    Baraabum!

Kitty:  (Jumps up) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar!

(She runs to Stephen.  He leaves Florry brusquely and seizes Kitty.  A
screaming BITTERN’S harsh high whistle shrieks.  GROANGROUSEGURGLING
Toft’s cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the
room.)

The pianola: 

    My girl’s a Yorkshire girl.

ZOE: 

    Yorkshire through and through.

Come on all!

(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)

Stephen:  Pas SEUL!

(He wheels Kitty into Lynch’s arms, snatches up his ashplant from the
table and takes the floor.  All wheel whirl Waltz twirl.  BLOOMBELLA
KITTYLYNCH FLORRYZOE JUJUBY women.  Stephen with hat ashplant FROGSPLITS
in middle HIGHKICKS with SKYKICKING mouth shut hand clasp part under
thigh.  With clang tinkle BOOMHAMMER tallyho Hornblower blue green yellow
flashes Toft’s cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes
dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.)

The pianola: 

    Though she’s a factory lass
    And wears no fancy clothes.

(CLOSECLUTCHED SWIFT SWIFTER WITH GLAREBLAREFLARE SCUDDING THEY SCOOTLOOTSHOOT LUMBERING BY.  BARAABUM!)

Tutti:  Encore!  Bis!  Bravo!  Encore!

Simon:  Think of your mother’s people!

Stephen:  Dance of death.

(Bang fresh Barang bang of LACQUEY’S bell, horse, nag, Steer, PIGLINGS,
Conmee on CHRISTASS, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat ARMFOLDED
ROPEPULLING hitching stamp hornpipe through and through.  Baraabum!