Breakfast on Pluto Page #5

do you hear me?

How dare it. How dare you, you pup, you....

Sir, you're hurting me.

-What did you write on the paper, Patrick?

-Nothing.

Nothing.

Just, did he know any place

that does a good sex change?

Disgraced!

Disgraced in front of the whole town,

so we are! Oh, Jesus!

How could you do it, Paddy?

Mammy has a bad heart!

-And now you've broken it.

-Oh, God, oh, God!

Oh, Jesus Christ. My arm!

-She's not my mammy.

-What did you say?

I'm sorry, Caz.

Sorry, Mammy, wherever you are.

Oh, stop it, Patrick, please!

Why won't you stop it

and let us get on with our lives?

I'm sorry, Caz. I never meant to hurt you.

-After all, we've both been through this--

-Get away!

Get your hands off me, you creature!

Oh, figgly boogles. What's the point?

That's it, I've tried my best. I'm off.

Are you going to Scotsfield, by any chance?

We'd better be. We're playing there tonight.

Get in the back.

Hello.

What do you think of this trouble up North?

-Oh, I think it's an absolute terror.

-Do you think so, yeah?

Oh, I do it.

A terror to the living world, so it is.

I don't think you care either way...

my good-Iooking young friend.

No, I know how serious it is.

They think they can break us, don't they?

Hang Paddy from the ceiling.

F*** him from a helicopter.

Give him a dose of white noise.

Shove electrodes up his arse.

-Now, really, Mr.--

-Hatchett. They call me Billy Hatchett.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hatchett.

You really don't know who I am, do you?

I haven't had the pleasure.

Do you hear that, lads? He's never heard

of Billy Hatchett and the Mohawks.

So, have you somewhere

to stay tonight, Paddy?

Or should I call you Patrick?

You can call me Kitten, darling.

Kitten?

After Saint Cettin.

He or she was an acolyte of Patrick,

Saint Patrick.

So you have somewhere to stay, then?

Mammy threw me out, I'm afraid.

Well, I could always put you up in the van.

-It's not much, but I could.

-Mr. Hatchett!

Thank you.

You're welcome, Kitten.

I'll be off to the hotel, then, Kitten.

I'd stay the night.

I'd stay the night, but the boys....

The boys might get the wrong idea.

No, I've gotta go.

-I've gotta go.

-Oh, please don't go just yet.

Oh, Kitten. I gotta go. I really have.

Billy! Billy, Billy.

It's Bobby Goldsboro.

Used to help me get to sleep.

His wife dies. You see,

she dies when he's away from home.

-Oh, Kitten, I've gotta go now.

-Billy.

I really have.

If you were away with the band...

and you came home

and you found me lying there...

like Bobby's wife....

What about it?

-Would you take me to the hospital?

-Oh, of course I would.

Of course I would, Kitten.

Oh, I wish that could happen.

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