Monday, Feb. 11, 2002 - 11:29 p.m.
"last time I saw you, your head wasn't made of Jello, was it?"
"That was, what? Last Wednesday?"
"Yep. We went to see that movie about the guy and his sister."
"That wasn't his sister! It was his lover, she was pretending to be his sister so she could sneak into the convent and.. well you know. Wink, wink and all that."
"Why as the guy in a convent? Shouldn't he have been in a Rectory?"
"He wasn't a priest, now was he?"
"As I recall he was a professional billiards player. 'The best ball handler in all of France.'"
"What?"
"His catch phrase, 'The best ball handler in all of France.'"
"Riiight. It was on the commemorative plastic cup I received for purchasing that Jumbo Dr. Pepper, and tub o' popcorn."
"Why did you abbreviate 'of'?"
"I'm Irish."
"So?"
"It is my birthright."
"You don't say."
"I often say. When I see someone on the street I say "Good day, sir!" All jaunty like."
"Why not Top o' the morning to ya?"
"Now you're telling me how to be Irish?"
"No, I was just asking you a simple question. I see no reason to get snippy, Mr. Man."
"Listen here, Chester, if that is your real name.."
"Margaret"
"Huh?"
"That's my real name. But you can call me Maggie. All my kids do."
"You have children?"
"Why do you ask?"
"As I was saying, I have more Irish in me than you will ever have missy..."
"Maggie."
"Right, Maggie. And I... where was I?"
"The movie about the balls I think. Did you like it?"
"No, not really. You?"
"I don't like movies."
