Breakfast on Pluto Page #6

I've seen it all now. I tell you,

I've f***ing well seen it all now.

Where the f***

do you think he disappeared to...

when we were in San Francisco?

I'd even bring you flowers.

-Roses?

-Roses.

Oh, Billy.

Oh, Kitten.

Billy.

For I ask you, Billy Bobby, nicest man...

what's an Indian band without a squaw?

"A squaw?"

-Name, please?

-Paddy Kitten. What's yours, darling?

I could tell you were a Paddy all right.

-What about Geronimo?

-What would I know? I'm just a Mick.

Thirteen of your lot shot in Derry.

What do you know about that?

Maybe you'd know about thirteen less

to deal with.

F*** off, mate.

F*** off.

Get off the f***ing stage, you stupid b*tch.

Patrick, I don't know how to say this to you.

It's the boys, the boys in the band.

They feel a squaw just isn't working out.

It could be they have a point.

They say it doesn't feel right.

I don't know,

they've been with me so long and....

I'm sorry.

But I have a little proposal.

-A ring, perhaps?

-Oh, Patrick, Patrick....

I told you not to call me that.

I'm sorry, Kitten.

Bobby Billy,

would you bring me sweeties, too?

You know I would.

-What kind would they be?

-Oh, for the love of Jesus.

-No. No, Quality Street.

-Quality Street?

It was my mother's.

She left it to me in her will.

Nobody stays here, and I need somebody

to look after it, Kitten.

-What do you reckon?

-House of dreams and longing.

I wouldn't exactly call it a house,

but tell us what you think.

Oh, to have a little house.

To own the hearth, stool and all.

So, Kitten, can I come and visit you

every now and again?

Of course you can,

you great, big, silly Bobby Goldsboro.

You don't even have to ask.

Well, goodness gracious, icky-oakie me.

-What?

-What's with Diana Ross?

Leave him be, he knows nothing.

-Keep it that way.

-No problem.

If I volunteer, Irwin,

could I have pink glasses, please?

Can't you take anything serious?

Oh, serious, serious, serious.

You might have to soon enough.

So f***ing what, Charlie?

I sell Republican News.

A few f***ing papers, big deal.

What are you, my f***ing wife?

Don't you lie to me, Irwin.

I don't believe your stories.

I'm involved in nothing! I sell their paper,

for all the difference it makes in this kip.

Nobody gives a f***!

Soon enough they f***ing will.

If I find out you're lying to me,

I'll finish with you, I swear!

Yeah, well, finish it with me,

see if I f***ing care!

Come on, move off the road.

There's a vehicle coming through.

Get back. It's for your own safety.

Get these people off the street!

I want everyone to move away

from the red van!

Come on, folks. Stand back, please. Move!

Bring it down careful now. Yeah, gently.

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