Intermission

Oh, yeah. I've been round the block.

- Really?

- Believe it.

Sowed me oats.

Acted the rip, the rapscallion.

Ran wild, ran free.

Of course, this all back

in the days of yore.

Right. You wouldn't think it to look at you.

Yeah, well, time comes, you have to

leave behind the old hell-raising.

Take some responsibility for your life.

- Prepare the groundwork.

- How do you do that?

Well, to begin with,

I'd say by nest-building.

You have to find an abode

you feel secure in.

Then you have to furnish that abode...

procure the necessaries: Furniture, etc.

Kitchen utensils, your wok...

...your juicers.

- What about love?

Well, love's not something

you can plan for, is it?

Look all you like as long as you like...

but it's only when you let

your guard down...

- When you least expect...

- That you find someone.

Take myself for example.

You ever see me before?

No.

I've just ambled in, right? But who's to say

by tomorrow, you and me couldn't...

and I'm not coming on to you or anything...

but who's to say

we couldn't be head-over-heels?

Dancing in the Green?

- Nobody.

- Right.

- When there's something there...

- Chemistry.

Right. Who knows

where the sparks will lead?

A fella like myself, a stranger...

could just be a bit of fun in the sack,

no more.

Or, and it's not that crazy...

your soul mate.

Yeah, you've got a point.

On the other hand,

I could just be a thief or something.

What do you mean?

Some villain,

just waiting for my chance to...

smack your jaw and rob the register

while the place is empty.

But this is the thing of it, see?

You just never know...

what's gonna happen.

Come here. Look at your top!

How many fucking times

do I have to tell you? It's all over you.

What are you doing?

Get back over here

before I fucking slap you...

Get out of the way!

He's heading for the stairs.

Come on, youse humpy cunts.

Get out of my fucking way.

He's running out to the car park.

Come back here with that!

Get out of the car!

Get out of the fucking car!

Shouldn't you have been here

last time round?

I should have, but f*ck it.

An hour late.

An hour less there, man. Fucking dump.

Don't start. You the same?

Fucking bus, fucking city.

Here's this f*ck now.

- Is it too early to use my pass?

- You know it is.

How much is it to the barn?

You know how much.

Come on, there's people here late.

Another 10 cents. Come on.

- Will youse come on?

- Hold your...

Hurry up.

Now.

You robbing bastard, you.

- How's Cathy?

- She ordered in a kitchen.

- You're joking. New floor not enough?

- Do you believe her?

You wanna see this floor, though.

Oak slats, lovely grain running through it.

Trouble is, this shit costs,

and there's only so much overtime going.

- Fucking shit.

- It's all shit, man.

Fucking life.

Mega brand kidney beans,

baked beans, butter beans.

Any two for the price of one.

It's a reduction rampage.

- What did you say?

- I say, 'Why not?'

She says, "Because you're not my type".

I say, "Well, what is your type?"

You know what she said?

"Everything you're not".

Jesus.

Didn't score in a single department.

Fucking wank, man.

- Next time?

- What?

That's easy enough for you to say,

sitting pretty as you are, man.

- What?

- Sitting pretty. You've Deirdre there...

Oscar, me and Deirdre broke up.

- What? When?

- Few weeks back.

Weeks? Why didn't you tell me then?

How the hell did it happen?

It was felt we should take a bit of a break.

Felt by who? By her, yeah?

John.

Oscar.

Are youse not clocking back on?

Oh, yeah.

Hang on.

Youse clocked on 15 minutes ago.

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