I suggest to you, brassbound, that the clobber belongs to Lady Sis.
I understood it was your business to provide escorts, Captain brassbound.
Does Captain brassbound always treat you like this, Mr. Drinkwater?
As he slinks away in tears towards the arch, brassbound enters.
After all, those men must really like you, Captain brassbound.
brassbound walks up and down the room, nursing his indignation.
Then the back door—in halves—and the back step, brassbound, treacherous.
brassbound and his men make a movement to defend themselves.
Are you yet able to attend to me for a moment, Captain brassbound?
I told you you were not in a strong position, Captain brassbound.