ARAMINTA: Fingers, fingers! That’s my dressing table, thank you! Leave my pots and pomatums alone. ARETHUSA: I was only… ARAMINTA: (Mimicking) “I was only, I was only” – You was only, you was only ARETHUSA: Don’t Snatch! ARAMINTA: Don’t snitch! You can go to prison for snitching. ARETHUSA: If it comes to snitching, who snutch my circassian cream”? ARAMINTA: Who snutch my Essence of Ispahan? ARETHUSA: Who snutch my Milk of Morocco’? ARAMINTA: Who’s got a face like a turnip?