'The stage.' 'The stage!' cried Nicholas, in a voice almost as loud.
'The theatrical profession,' said Mr Vincent Crummles.

'I am in the theatrical profession myself, my wife is in the theatrical profession, my children are in the theatrical profession.

I had a dog that lived and died in it from a puppy; and my chaise-pony goes on, in Timour the Tartar.

I'll bring you out, and your friend too.

Say the word.