text_original: It is not, of course, the vasty fields of France that we are trying to hold; but we do lack space for the kind of riot the manager has in mind in the final scene. He wants nothing girlish. Sabers and pistols are his demand  a knife between the teeth  and more yelling than I could possibly put down in print. A bench must be upset, the beer cask overturned, a jug of Darlin's grog spilled, and one stool, at least, must be smashed  preferably on the captain's head, who must, however, be consulted.
text_transcription: IT IS NOT OF COURSE THE VASTY FIELDS OF FRANCE THAT WE ARE TRYING TO HOLD BUT WE DO LACK SPACE FOR THE KIND OF RIOT THE MANAGER HAS IN MIND IN THE FINAL SCENE HE WANTS NOTHING GIRLISH SABRES AND PISTOLS ARE HIS DEMAND A KNIFE BETWEEN THE TEETH AND MORE YELLING THAN I COULD POSSIBLY PUT DOWN IN PRINT A BENCH MUST BE UPSET THE BEER CASK OVERTURNED A JUG OF DARLIN'S GROG SPILLED AND ONE STOOL AT LEAST MUST BE SMASHED PREFERABLY ON THE CAPTAIN'S HEAD WHO MUST HOWEVER BE CONSULTED
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz nˈɑːt, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ðə vˈæsti fˈiːldz ʌv fɹˈæns ðæt wiː ɑːɹ tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə hˈoʊld; bˌʌt wiː dˈuː lˈæk spˈeɪs fɚðə kˈaɪnd ʌv ɹˈaɪət ðə mˈænɪdʒɚ hɐz ɪn mˈaɪnd ɪnðə fˈaɪnəl sˈiːn. hiː wˈɔnts nˈʌθɪŋ ɡˈɜːlɪʃ. sˈeɪbɚz ænd pˈɪstəlz ɑːɹ hɪz dᵻmˈænd ɐ nˈaɪf bᵻtwˌiːn ðə tˈiːθ ænd mˈɔːɹ jˈɛlɪŋ ðɐn aɪ kʊd pˈɑːsᵻbli pˌʊt dˌaʊn ɪn pɹˈɪnt. ɐ bˈɛntʃ mˈʌst biː ʌpsˈɛt, ðə bˈɪɹ kˈæsk ˌoʊvɚtˈɜːnd, ɐ dʒˈʌɡ ʌv dˈɑːɹlɪnz ɡɹˈɑːɡ spˈɪld, ænd wˈʌn stˈuːl, æt lˈiːst, mˈʌst biː smˈæʃt pɹˈɛfɹəbli ɔnðə kˈæptɪnz hˈɛd, hˌuː mˈʌst, haʊˈɛvɚ, biː kənsˈʌltᵻd.