AUBREY:  Muriel, you’ve lost the game

MURIEL: I ‘ave? But there’s still but ten pieces left on the--

AUBREY:  Not that game, fool. This game. The test.

MURIEL:  Wot?

AUBREY:  I see that you too cannot understand me. No one can understand me.

MURIEL: Lord Greyburn! Wot’s this nonsenese?

AUBREY:  Not you, not any of the others.

MURIEL:  We gon’ta play games all day? It’s your money.

AUBREY:  Enough of that tale for now, tell me of yourself Nicholas!

THEODORE:  Is your silence a tentative ‘yes?’

JACK:  ..No? Yes? I .. don't know?

THEODORE:  Oh dear. I suppose you need a demonstration.  Can you lead me to a few Circle chaps?

JACK:  ..Errr...

THEODORE:  I can find them on my own. Perhaps another Sombreta child?

JACK:  NO! Um, sure, I'll take you.

THEODORE:  Wonderful!

THEODORE:  I like this vehicle.

JACK:  Oh..?

THEODORE:  Yes, it's shiny.

JACK:  ...Yeah. It is.

JACK (THINKS) :  VITUS VITUS VITUS!! (etc)

THEODORE: Jack, you’ll soon be rid of the terrible yoke of the Circle!

JACK: Yup

THOUGHT: COME TO ME COME TO ME COME TO ME...

VITUS: I‘m TRYING!! STOP MOVING!!