John Maddison Morton, Box and Cox: A Romance of Real Life in One Act
“ Mrs. Bouncer has been using my gridiron! The last article of consumption that I cooked upon it was a pork chop, and now it is powerfully impregnated with the odour of red herrings! [Places gridiron on fire, and then, with a fork, lays rasher of bacon on the gridiron.] How sleepy I am, to be sure! I’d indulge myself with a nap, if there was anybody here to superintend the turning of my bacon. [Yawning again.] Perhaps it will turn itself. ”
