That was a fine way to act.

You come in here and act snotty about my face and smoke my cigars and drink my liquor and then talk snotty.

The trumpet had blown to change the act to the planting of the banderillos while Manuel had been working with the bull.

The trumpeter, up under the roof, blew for the final act, and Manuel walked across the arena toward where, up in the dark boxes, the president must be.

Imagine having them around the house all the time and going to Sunday dinners at their house, and having them over to dinner and her telling Marge all the time what to do and how to act.