Bill Walker. If money talks and BS walks, Bill Walker certainly walks the walk. Bill apparently took a bath once a week, whether he needed it or not. See if you can figure out wot e sez. On Conscience
SHIRLEY [angrily] Who made your millions for you? Me and my like. What's kep us poor? Keepin you rich. I wouldn't have your conscience, not for all your income. UNDERSHAFT I wouldn't have your income, not for all your conscience,Mr. Shirley. - Act ll, Major Barbara 
BILL [doggedly] Aw did wot Aw said Aw'd do. Aw spit in is eye. E looks ap at the skoy and sez, "Ow that Aw should be fahnd worthy to be spit upon for the gospel's sike!" e sez; an Mog sez "Glaory Allelloolier!"; an then e called me Braddher, an dahned me as if Aw was a kid and e was me mather worshin me a Setterda nawt. Aw edn't jast nao shaow wiv im at all. Arf the street pryed; and the tather arf larfed to split themselves. [To Barbara] There! are you settisfawd nah? BARBARA [her eyes dancing] Wish I'd been there Bill. BILL Yus: youd a got in a hextra bit o talk on me wouldnt you? JENNY I'm so sorry, Mr. Walker. BILL [fiercely] Down't you gow bein sorry for me: youve no call. Listen eah. Aw browk your jawr. JENNY No, it didn't hurt me: indeed it didn't, except for a moment. It was only that I was frightened BILL Aw down't want to be forgive be you, or be ennybody. Wot aw did Aw'll py for. Aw trawd to gat me aown jawr browk to settisfaw you- JENNY [distressed] Oh no- BILL [impatiently] Tell y' Aw did: cawnt you listen to wots bein taold you? All Aw got be it was bein mide a sawt of in the pablic street for me pines. Well, if Aw cawnt settisfaw you one wy, Aw ken anather. Listen eah! Aw ed two quid sived agen the frost; an Awve a pahnd of it left. A mite o mawn last week ed words with the judye's gowing to merry. E give er wot-for; an e's bin fawnd fifteen bob. E ed a rawt to itt er cause they was gowin to be merrid; but Aw ednt nao rawt to itt you; sao put anather fawv bob on an call it a pahnd's worth. [He produces a sovereign]. Eahs the manney. Tike it; and lets ev no more o your forgivin an prying and your Mijor jawrin me. Let wot Aw dan be dan an pide for; and let there be a end of it. JENNY Oh, I couldn't take it Mr. Walker. But if you would give a shilling or two to Rummey Mitchens! you really did hurt her; and she's so old. BILL [contemptuously] Not lawkly. Aw7d give her anather as soon as look at er. Let her ev the lawr o me as she threatened! She ain't forgiven me: not mach. Wot Aw dan to er is not on me mawnd - wot she [indicating Barbara] mawt call on me conscience - no more than stickin a pig. It's this Christian gime o yours that Aw wownt ev plyed agen me: This bloomin forgivin an neggin an jawrin that mikes a menn thet sore that iz lawf's a burdin to im. Aw wont ev it, Aw tell you; sao tike your manney and stop thraowin your silly beshed fice hap agen me. JENNY Major: May I take a little of it for the Army? BARBARA No: the Army is not to be bought. We want your soul, Bill; and we'll take nothing less. - Act lll, Major Barbara.
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