What did I tell you?
Oh, no.
Oh, it tastes like frog skin.
And rotten fish.
It's worse than that to me.
It is tasting of clock coaches and slime wanglers.
Oh.
Yeah, but you have to eat it.
Unless you want it to become so thin you will be disappearing into a thick air.
Into thin air, I think you mean.
Oh, words.
They are such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.
I think you speak beautifully.
You do?
Simply beautifully.
Well, that's the nicest present anybody has ever given me in my whole life.
Good.
You sure you is not twiddling my leg?
Of course not.
I just love the way you talk.
Oh, how wonder-crump.
How whoopsie-splunkers.
Listen, we don't have to eat snozzcumbers.
Oh?
No.
In the fields around our village there are all sorts of lovely vegetables like cauliflowers and carrots.
Why don't you get some of those next time you go visiting?
Oh, I is a very honourable giant.
I would rather be chewing up rots and snozzcumbers than snitching things from other people.
You stole me.
I didn't steal you very much.
After all, you was only a tiny little girl.
Run!
Run!
Is you there?
Run!
What is it?
It's the blood butler.
Oh, no!
He's rolling my stone away.
Quick!
You must be hiding behind the schnozgummer on the table.
Who was you jabbering to in here just now?
I was jabbering to myself.
Put on face.
Bugs wallop.
No.
You was talking to a human bee and that's what I was thinking.
No, no.
Yes, yes.
I was guessing you was snitched away a human bee and brought it back to your bug hole as a pet.
No.
So now I was winkling it out.
I've been guzzling it as extra snacks before my supper.
There's no one in here.
Why don't you leave me alone?
Sofie peered around the chewed off end of the snozzcumber watching the two giants as they moved away down the cave.
The blood bottler was a gruesome sight.
His skin was reddish brown.
There was black hair sprouting on his chest and arms and on his stomach.
His foul face was all squashy looking and his eyes were tiny black holes.
But the mouth was huge.
It spread right across the face, almost ear to ear.
And it had lips that were like two gigantic purple frankfurters lying one on top of the other.
Oh, it's not at all difficult to believe that this brute eats people every night.
Oh heavens, he's making for the BFG's bottles.
So, these pebble and bottles, what is you putting in them?
Nothing that would interest you.
You is only interested in guzzling human beings.
And you is as dirty as a dog swagger.
He'll be back here any minute.
I can't jump off this table.
It's far too high.
Oh, how can I hide?
Oh.
There's only one thing for it.
I'll have to climb right inside the snow scumber if I just scoop out these seeds.
Now I can just crouch in here if I roll myself into a ball.
Now what has we got over here?
Nothing important.
Nothing you is liking.
So this is the filth, some rot, some globbage you is eating?
You must be cockles to be guzzling such rude squash.
That is the scrumdiddlyumptious snozzcumber you is holding.
I is guzzling it gleefully every night and day.
Yes, you is cockles all right.
Is you never trying a snozzcumber, bloodbottler?
Oh, no.
Oh, please, no.
Human beans is juicier.
You is talking rummy talk.
I is happy to let you sample it.
BFG doesn't know I'm in here.
He's just trying to distract the blood butler.
But please, when you see how truly clumptious it is, do not be guzzling the whole thing.
Leave me a little snitchet for my supper.
Oh, no.
He's going to bite into it and into me at the same time.
You's not switchfiddling me, is you?
Never.
Take a bite, and you will be shouting out, oh, how scrumdiddly umptious this wonder veg is.
Just this one shot is going to taste this rots of meats of yours.
Oh, I knew it.
But I is warning you that if it is wholesome, I is smashing it over your sludgey little head.
Well, go on, then.
Pick it up.
But...
Here I go, 50 feet up.
Help, I can see his terrible mouth.
I'm getting nearer.
This is it.
All of the great lumps of snozzcumper that were in the blood bottler's mouth, as well as Sophie herself, went shooting out across the cave.
If Sophie had struck the stony wall, she would most certainly have been killed.
Instead, she hit the soft folds of the BFG's cloak hanging against the wall.
She dropped to the ground and crawled under the hem of the cloak, and there she crouched.
