Manny Lewis Page #3

Not really.

You're funny.

Yeah, well,

that's one thing I'm good at.

What, you're only good at one thing?

Probably.

I'm not good at anything else, really.

I mean, sometimes I feel like a loser.

Yeah? Why do you feel like that?

Ah, let me see... it's three in the

morning, I've got the curtains drawn.

I'm talking to someone I don't even

know, having an erotic phone call.

I mean... loser.

I'm kind of doing the same thing.

Yeah, but at least you're

getting paid for it.

Anyway...

it's late. Probably should go.

It's been nice talking to you though.

Caroline, was it?

Yeah. OK, Thomas.

See ya.

Bye.

Hello?

- Hello?

- Hello.

- Is that Caroline?

- Yeah.

It's me, Wing Nuts.

Thomas. You're back again.

Yeah.

Um...

do you ever...

Do you guys, I mean,

people that do your thing,

are you allowed to kind of meet up with

people you talk on the phone with?

I'm not saying

I was thinking of doing that.

I'm glad you're not thinking about it,

Thomas, because unfortunately, I can't.

I was just asking.

I'm not saying I was going to do it

anyway.

I don't even know you. I mean,

you could be a freak or whatever.

- You can always call.

- Yeah, I know.

I feel a bit stupid now.

Anyway, I'd better go to bed.

It's $5 a minute.

OK.

Anyway, I'll see you. I won't see you.

I mean, I'll...

I'll talk to you, whatever.

OK. Bye.

D*ckhead.

Yoo!

Go and score a goal, mate.

How did you end up?

Oh, you know, the usual.

Jo was pissed off, I had a spew.

Yeah, good times.

You are a disaster.

Yeah, I know.

So how are you feeling

about your time off?

Yeah.

What are you going to do for two months?

Dunno. Sit around, stare out the window,

wonder what's happening in my life,

cup of tea, kill myself.

You know, normal sh*t.

Before you top yourself, Sad Sack,

think about the American offer.

Yeah, I will. What are you going to do?

I'm doing it.

Come to Dad, mate!

Jump on Uncle Manny.

Oh! Alright.

- Is that your dad?

- No.

Oh, yeah.

He can't say that!

- I'm your real dad.

- You're not my daddy.

- He's my dad.

- No, he's a drunk.

No, my dad's over there,

my dad's over there!

You talk a lot about your father.

What does he feel about it?

Ah, he whinges a bit.

He's always whingeing.

He's always saying, 'Comb your hair.

It looks like a bloody half-sucked mango.'

My head's too big for my body.

I've got no arse. I look like a foetus.

You're being a bit hard on yourself,

Manny.

- And I've got wing nuts.

- You really think you've got wing nuts?

Yeah, look at them.

Either that

or my head's too small for my ears.

People always come up and say,

'I just look at you and laugh.'

I don't know whether to take that

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