Withnail and I Page #2
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- 1987
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I:
I told you. you've been bitten!
Withnail:
Burnt, burnt, the f***ing kettle's on fire.
I:
There's something floating up.
Withnail [with a fork in his hand]:
Fork it!
I:
No no no, I don't want to touch it.
Withnail:
You must you must. The poop will boil through the glaze. We'll never
be able to use the dinner service again.
[He rumages about in a drawer.]
Withnail:
Here, get it with the pliers!
I:
No, no, no, no, no, no. Give me the gloves.
Withnail:
That's right, put on the gloves. Don't attempt anything without the
gloves.
[I starts to move things about in the sink rather gingerly.]
Withnail:
What is it? What have you found?
I:
Matter.
Withnail:
Matter? Where's it coming from?
I:
Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it!
Withnail:
I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should
go outside.
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The Park
[Withnail and I walk along a path in the park.]
Withnail:
This is ridiculous, look at me. I'm thirty in a month and I've got a
sole flapping off my shoe.
I:
It'll get better, it has to.
Withnail:
Easy for you to say lovey. You've had an audition. Why can't I have an
audition. It's ridiculous: I've been to drama school. I'm good
looking. I tell you, I've a f*** sight more talent that half the
rubbish that gets of TV. Why can't I get on TV?
I:
Well I don't know. It'll happen.
Withnail:
Will it? That's what you say. The only programme I'm likely to get on
is the f***ing news. I tell you, I can't take much more of this. I'm
going to crack.
I:
I'm in the same boat.
Withnail:
Yeah, yeah. I feel as sick as a pike. I'm going to have to sit down.
[ They sit at a bench in the park.]
I:
You know what we should do? I say, you know what we should do?
Withnail:
How should I possibly know what we should do? What should we do?
I:
Get out of it for a while. Get into the countryside. Rejuvenate.
Withnail:
Rejuvenate! I'm in a park and I'm practically dead. What good's the
countryside? What time is it?
I:
It's eight.
Withnail:
Fours hours to opening time. God help us. Have we got any embrocation?
I:
What for?
Withnail:
To rub on ourselves you fool. We'll cover ourselves in deep heat and
get up against a radiator. Keep ourselves alive until twelve.
[He spits.]
Withnail:
Jesus, look at that. Apart from a raw potato that's the only solid to
have passed my lips in the last sixty hours. I must be ill.
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