I am an unprotected male, but I will preserve my honor at the peril of my life!" These words must have frightened her, for she skurried away very fast.
Dan's voice rose on the air: "Oh, bring some soap, why don't you!" The reply was Italian.

Dan resumed: "Soap, you know--soap.

That is what I want--soap.

S-o-a-p, soap; s-o-p-e, soap; s-o-u-p, soap.

Hurry up! I don't know how you Irish spell it, but I want it.