text_original: I _will_ ruin her. Spread out the yellow brocaded silk, my dear, and pin that pattern on at your end, while I pin at mine. And what are your plans, Brigida? (Mind you don't forget that Finette is dead, and that Virginie has risen from her ashes.)
text_transcription: I WILL RUIN HER SPREAD OUT THE YELLOW BROCADED SILK MY DEAR AND PIN THAT PATTERN ON AT YOUR END WHILE I PIN AT MINE AND WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS BRIGIDA MIND YOU DON'T FORGET THAT FINETE IS DEAD AND THAT VIRGINIE HAS ARISEN FROM HER ASHES
phonemes: aɪ wɪl ɹˈuːɪn hɜː. spɹˈɛd ˈaʊt ðə jˈɛloʊ bɹəkˈeɪdᵻd sˈɪlk, maɪ dˈɪɹ, ænd pˈɪn ðæt pˈætɚn ˌɔn æt jʊɹ ˈɛnd, wˌaɪl aɪ pˈɪn æt mˈaɪn. ænd wʌt ɑːɹ jʊɹ plˈænz, bɹˈɪdʒɪdə? (mˈaɪnd juː dˈoʊnt fɚɡˈɛt ðæt faɪnˈɛt ɪz dˈɛd, ænd ðæt vˈɜːdʒɪni hɐz ɹˈɪzən fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈæʃᵻz.)