O, I so want to be a mother. (15.374)
"Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders and quickly too." (15.607)
(Hoarsely, sweetly rising to her throat.) "O! Weeshwashtkissima pooishthnapoohuck!"
(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself.) "Show! Hide! Show! Plough her! More! Shoot!" (15.821-822)