Guard the House! Page #4

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because it's not the same street

as I'm buying my cocaine on.

That's enough. We've had enough

of your wisecracks for one day.

If you continue on in this vein, you can

consider yourself under suspension.

- Oh, I doubt that.

- You doubt that?

You got balls talking

to your superior officer like that.

If we were in Atlanta...

- We're not, though.

- If we were in Atlanta...

- Galway.

...you'd be ticketing jaywalkers.

- Galway!

- That's it. Consider yourself...

You're not hunting four men,

only three.

- How's that?

- McCormick is dead.

- What makes you think that?

- Well, I hope he's dead.

They've put him into

the f***in' morgue anyways.

- Schopenhauer.

- I'd say Nietzsche.

Nietzsche! You haven't f***ing

read any Nietzsche.

- I have, too. Erm, "The Antichrist".

- Quote me something, then.

- "What does not kill me..."

- F***'s sake. Every child knows that.

- Bertrand Russell.

- Bertrand Russell. Are you listening?

F***in' English.

Everything has to be f***in' English.

Name your favourite philosopher,

Io and behold, he's f***in' English.

- He's Welsh.

- Huh?

Bertrand Russell was Welsh.

- Bertrand Russell was Welsh?

- Yeah.

You know, I never knew that.

Didn't think anybody interesting

was Welsh.

- Dylan Thomas.

- Like I said.

Ah. "You will not get the crowd

to cry hosanna

"until you ride into town on an ass."

Nietzsche.

- Yeah, that's a good one.

- Good quote. Nice one.

Oh, f*** it.

The guards.

- We weren't speeding.

- I know.

- One of the back lights out there?

- No, you're fine there.

Well, what did you

f***in' stop us for, then?

Excuse me?

What did you f***ing stop us for, then,

you stupid f***ing c*nt?

Get out, the lot of you.

- Nice friend you got.

- These English, what can you do?

- IDs, please.

- From Dublin, are you?

- IDs, please.

- Your name? I know a lot of guards.

- You know a lot of guards?

- He's a very friendly fella.

- No harm in it. What's the name?

- Get this over with, for f***'s sake.

- What's the name?

- McBride.

McBride.

We know all about you, McBride.

- Do we know about McBride, Liam?

- We do, Francis.

Should we be using our real names,

though?

- What does it matter now, Liam?

- You're right.

- We know all about you, McBride.

- You know nothing about me.

- Stop, McBride. It's no use.

- Stop, McBride!

Turn around, now, there's a good lad.

Nah. I'll take it as it comes,

if it's all the same to you.

- Show you up for the cowards you are.

- Suit yourself!

- He took that very well.

- He was very philosophical about it.

- Are we going now?

- We have to dump the body.

- I don't do manual labour.

- Come on.

No. When I applied for the post

of international drug trafficker,

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