"Sam laughed. "One of these days you're going to forget your lines and have to thribble, and it's going to come out in Yorkshire-ese." He put a hand to his brow, in a parody of the way I played Ophelia in Hamlet. "'Gog's blood! I wis some scanderbag has brast his noble costard wi' a waster!'" He yodeled the last word in imitation of my uncertain voice. I tried to scowl at him, but my features kept wanting to break in to a grin. "You sot! I'll never again be able to do that scene wi' a straight face!"