Going My Way Page #3

- What's this?

- His luggage. It just arrived.

Golf, tennis. And where, may I ask,

is his fish pole?

It's here.

[Harrumphs]

- Good morning, Father.

- Been to market?

Mrs. Carmody could attend to that.

You should have been making parish calls.

I have. Mrs. McGonigle, the one

with the big house and rheumatism.

- She sent you a present.

- She did?

Very generous of her, I must say.

A fine Christian woman, Mrs. McGonigle.

Wonder what it is.

Something to eat, I dare say.

Jam. No, pickled pig's feet.

Possibly some brandied peaches.

If there's one thing I'm partial to,

it's a nice big jar of brandied peaches.

- A nice basket, too.

- Yes. She wants it back.

[Puppies whimpering]

They're too young. Much too young

to be separated from their mother.

That's what she said. So here's the mother.

- Isn't she cute?

- The joy of giving is indeed a pleasure.

Especially when you get rid

of something you don't want.

Mrs. McGonigle is famous for these tricks.

When her husband died,

she sent me his umbrella...

his long flannel underwear,

and his moustache cup.

[Singing] Hail Alma Mater

Thy time-honoured halls

Shall echo with our praise till we die

And 'round our hearts

are the ivy-covered walls

Of East St. Louis High

O'MALLEY:
Timmy, how are you?

O'DOWD:
Chuck, I'm glad to see you.

O'DOWD:
How long

since we've seen each other?

O'MALLEY:
Four years.

- Five, anyway.

- Has it been that long?

Pardon me. Father Fitzgibbon,

this is my old friend, Father O'Dowd.

How are you, Father Fitzgibbon?

We've been friends

since we were knee-high to a niblick.

He was our local Huckleberry Finn.

"Laugh and the world laughs with you,"

he'd say.

Cry, and you cry all by yourself.

How are you, Father?

I just dropped by to see if Father O'Malley

could play a little golf this afternoon.

- You did? Where's your parish?

- Right over here, St. Francis.

Well, now, about your golf.

Of course, I can't answer for you...

but at St. Dominic's we've very little time

for games of golf and such like.

If you were working for me, all I can say

is that you wouldn't have time for it, either.

It's lucky for me then that I'm at St. Francis.

It's my hope St. Francis can say the same.

- He's got you there, Timmy.

- Good, Father, very good.

Father, why don't you come with us?

It's a grand game.

Sure, we'll teach you.

A man is never too old to learn.

O'DOWD:
Lot of fresh air on the golf course.

O'MALLEY:
And profanity, too.

No, a golf course is nothing

but a poolroom moved outdoors.

You mind if I use that one sometime,

Father?

Young man, would you mind...

- How did he ever become a priest?

- Well, I don't...

- Father Fitzgibbon.

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