CHARLIE: You destroyed me, you know that...

CHARLIE: You destroyed me, you know that? Long after I’d quit the job and seen the last of Drumm, I was dining out in London: black dickie-bow, oak paneling, picture of Sarah Bernhardt at nine o’clock: the sort of place where you have to remember not to say thank you to the waiters.

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. . . when I felt a sudden tug as if I was on a dog-lead. I looked, and there were you at the other end of it. Paring your corns, informing me that bejasus the weather would hold up if it didn’t rain and sprinkling sugar on my bread when Ma’s back was turned.

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Hugh Leonard, Da, Concord Theatricals, 1973 pp. 19.