Trinity drops to the ground sobbing. Abruptly he stops to eye the beef and, assured that it's still safe, begins to cry again. "Nummer thray done give me that bayust squeezin's Ah don' ever haid. Whah oh WHAH does these awful thangs gotta happen ta me?"
On hearing the spit crank squeal, Trinity immediately forgets about the still and jumps up to oil it for the cook.