Glassland Page #2

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All right. Now, give

me back my baseball cap.

Okay, boys, who's having cake?

[blows]

It's a card from Mum.

[exhales] Thanks, John.

Thank Mum.

[sniffles, sighs]

You okay?

Yes, I'm okay, John.

Do you wanna go out for a walk?

Drive.

- A drive?

- Yeah, a drive, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, you flippin' bastard.

- No, no, no.

Can't do that, man. No way.

You son of a b*tch.

[laughs]

Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn.

Keep goin', keep goin',

keep goin', keep goin'.

[laughs]

[imitating tires squealing]

[giggles]

[groans, laughs]

Tell Mum I'm sorry. Okay?

Okay.

[sighs]

Tell her I said hi.

Yeah.

Can I come home?

Not yet.

I don't like it there.

We don't like it at home without you.

[sighs]

Drive?

[whirring, clicking]

All right, now you're game.

Now, you're game. Yeah!

- [laughs] I love it when a man shoots himself in the foot.

- Careful.

[dance]

You're getting good at this, yo.

You're gettin' all right yourself.

[engines racing, tires squealing]

Get the f*** off!

- That's a new...

- Would you f***in' let go of me?

That's a new paint job

there. I-I'm on automatic.

- Prick.

- F*** off.

[beeps]

[beeps]

[beeps]

[beeps]

Sorry. It's actually saying

here that you're 10 days late.

- All right. What's it come to?

- It's a 40-cent fine a day.

What's that?

Ten days, man.

Forty cent a day. That's

four Euro, man. Come on.

Why you gettin' smart for?

No, no, I'm not. I'm just, uh...

I'm just trying to do my job, man.

- We just came in here to rent a f***in' DVD.

- Shane, come on.

- Everything okay here, lads?

- No, everything's not okay, mini.

- He won't pay his fine.

- How much?

- 40 cents.

- Yeah, per day.

- It said four Euro.

- [beeps]

- Just pay the f***in' fine.

- It's the principle, man.

If you're not gonna pay the four

Euro, you can go take a hike, fuckhead.

So, um, a-are you gonna pay the fine?

[register beeps]

Stupid f***in' question. [laughs]

I'm just gonna download

something illegally, fuckheads.

I'm taking these. Mighty Munch!

John, come on.

Say hello to your ma for me.

[bag crinkling]

Free sh*t tastes better.

[laughs]

"Take a hike, fuckhead."

[both laughing]

Thanks, Ma. Just leave it down

here on the table. That'd be grand.

Ma, you're in the way.

Ma! Move, move, move.

[TV:
video game, man talking]

- What are you doing?

- Gaming. Killing this f***.

- Shane, language.

- Sorry.

Tackle from the side,

will ya, not the back.

Not the... John, not the

back. I was on a f***ing break.

- Shane.

- All right, all right.

- Go away, will ya, woman. Go on.

- [chuckles]

[TV:
video game continues]

How's your mum, John?

She's good. Thanks, Bridie.

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