Will you take my horse, sir? Take no large notice, sir. He is working what is known as...

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]