Give me back that potato, will you?

BLOOM: (Gently) Give me back that potato, will you?

ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.

BLOOM: (With feeling) It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.

ZOE:

     Give a thing and take it back

     God'll ask you where is that

     You'll say you don't know

     God'll send you down below.