(Starts bright, settles and becomes sarcastic at the end.) “Ah, yes, well! Stronghart was called to a meeting and Mr. Whitlock was determined not to talk to me anyway. Tch, and you know how Counselor Knight can be. I’m *quite* looking forward to it."

(Exasperated, if a bit amused.) “For God’s sake, man. *Lift him.* Don’t make Mr. Benjamin try to balance on top of a saddle, Barok, he about fell over when I shook his hand earlier. Best just to lift him off yourself. You’ll fare better with the angle in any case.”

(Auditioner's read.) ‘You’re doing it wrong, Barok! Lord, we’re going to be late. Come here, I’ll fix it for you. My foolish little brother, ahah, ohhh, how did you ever get into law school... I’m proud of you, you know. I haven’t been very good at telling you that, have I? I am, though. You cannot imagine just how proud I am… You’re going to be brilliant out there. I’ll be in the gallery of your first trial, of course, and I promise not to cheer! Ahahmhmhm… There you go. Good man. Now hurry, lest we keep the dear girl waiting! Her name is Lady Baskerville…'