I'm going to explode, but I won't. I think the roller, don't you?

Juniper:

[enters scene dressed as a clown, pulling a hobby horse, as if acting a scene]
Will you take my horse, sir? Transom:
[to Goodbody]
Take no large notice, sir. He is working what is known as ticket, sir. Keeps the lads amused. [Clapper, Drouge, and Spool join Juniper, dressed normally] Transom:
Pick those bits up, Gripweed! [joining the scene] Transom:
Where's your tin hat gone, Juniper? Juniper:
Losing by neglect, sir! Transom:
If I catch you without your tin hat in a battle zone again, I'll ram it down your throat! Clapper:
Losing by neglect, One mess tin. Juniper:
One mess tin! Transom:
Did you have your name on it? [aside, to Goodbody] Transom:
Take no notice, sir. Juniper:
Scratched on! Goodbody:
Pull these... Clapper:
Scratched on? Goodbody:
...men together! Juniper:
Scored it! Transom:
How dare you disfigure government property? Six days royal warrant. March him off, Musket Major. Two men! [exeunt Juniper, Clapper, Drogue, and Spool] Transom:
[to Goodbody]
Ought to camouflage up, sir, or go - or go get the scrim up, sir, if you're stopping. Us in our, uh, vests here, sir. Exposed to all manner of nasty - Goodbody:
[interrupting, angry but calm]
I'm going to explode, but I won't. I think the roller, don't you? [walks to background]