Dai Bando:
A man is never too old to learn, is it, Mr. Jonas?
Mr. Jonas:
[uncertainly] No.
Dai Bando:
I was in school myself once, but no great one for knowledge.
Mr. Jonas:
[angrily, shaking his cane] Look here, what do you want?
Dai Bando:
Knowledge. [taking Mr. Jonas' cane] How would you go about taking the measurement of a stick, Mr. Jonas?
Mr. Jonas:
By its' length, of course.
Dai Bando:
And how would you measure a man who would use a stick on a boy one-third his size?
[throws Mr. Jonas' cane aside]
Cyfartha:
Tell us!
Dai Bando:
Now, you are good in the use of a stick, but boxing is my subject... according to the rules laid down by the good Marquis of Queensbury.
Cyfartha:
[saluting] God rest his soul!
Dai Bando:
And happy I am to pass on my knowledge to you!
[backhands Mr. Jonas, sending him reeling]
...
Dai Bando:
Position again.
[Dai Bando and Cyfartha drag Mr. Jonas to his feet]
Dai Bando:
Could I have your attention, boys and girls? I am not accustomed to speaking in public...
Cyfartha:
Only public houses.
Dai Bando:
But this - [backhands Mr. Jonas in the nose, sending him sprawling] never use. It's against the rules. Break a man's nose. Now then - [turns to find Mr. Jonas collapsed against the wall, unconscious] I'm afraid he will never make a boxer.
Cyfartha:
No aptitude for knowledge.
