Black Irish Page #6

or I could trust you.

Feel blessed

I hate math.

There's a delivery van

out back.

Make sure your feet

hit the pedals,

adjust the mirrors,

drive around a bit.

Then you start tonight.

You bang it up,

you not only get canned,

you wind up paying me back

for the rest of your life.

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Thank you so much. You--

You're not gonna be sorry.

You better hope not.

[Woman]

Kathleen McKay, right?

Yes, that's right.

I'm Sister Mary Elise,

your intake counselor.

Do you prefer

Kathleen or Katie?

I call her Katie.

Kathleen.

Let her help you.

I'll see you inside.

Do you have

everything you need?

Absolutely everything

a girl could want.

This is

the best thing, Katie.

You'll understand

someday and--

Thank you for it?

Yes, that's right.

It's just hard for you

to see that now.

I'll call you later.

Good-bye, Ma.

Well, look who decided

to join us to pursue

an education, huh?

All bright and shiny

for his first day.

You bring

your multivitamins?

Where were you

last night, Terry?

Don't sweat it.

I was around.

[sighs]

Those my pants?

Yeah. So?

So they're my pants.

Did you steal 'em?

No, I didn't steal them.

They were in the dryer.

I ran out of mine.

I didn't say

you could borrow those.

Hey, it's not a big deal.

Take off my pants.

I'll get 'em back to you.

[stammering]

No way.

Take off my pants now.

Terry, I'm not taking

off the pants.

Just forget it.

That's a smart move,

alter boy.

Nobody touches

my brother but me!

You got that? Nobody!

One last chance.

Okay! Geez! Okay!

You sure?

Maybe you should

keep 'em on you.

They look good on you.

Forget it. Okay.

Take 'em off?

Okay.

Oh!

[quiet snickering]

[Girl]

Nice legs.

[dog growling playfully]

Why is it only

my shoes, huh?

I've had it with you,

you Kraut bastard.

[whistling]

[door opens]

[Teacher]

This is going to be true

of each and every

right triangle we encounter

where "C" is the hypotenuse,

or the long side,

and "A" and "B" form--

Mr. McKay, correct?

Yes, sir. Cole McKay.

Any relation

to Terry McKay?

Yeah, he's my brother.

Ohhh!

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Now, where was I before I was

so rudely interrupted?

Ah, yes.

The Pythagorean theorem.

As this example shows--

I saw what happened

at the bus stop.

Oh, yeah?

Not exactly my day.

[chuckles]

Your brother's out of control.

Nah. Nah, he's not--

he's not so bad.

Not so bad?

Look, I was a new kid

once, too.

I'm Donna.

[Teacher]

Congratulations, Mr. McKay.

You just earned yourself

a detention.

Come on, boy. Come on.

Out of the car.

[barks]

Attaboy.

Come on.

Come on, King.

Get out of the goddamn car!

[whines]

You gonna

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