Edward: Come on, what’s wrong? It’s nearly Christmas, we were going to do everything.
How’s
Linda?
Mickey: She’s ok.
Edward: Well come on then, let’s go then…come on.
Mickey: Come on where?
Edward: Mickey what’s wrong?
Mickey: You’re an idiot! There are no parties arranged. There is no booze or music. Christmas? I’m
sick to the teeth of Christmas an’ it isn’t even here yet. See there’s very little to celebrate Eddie.
Since you left I’ve been walking around all day looking for a job.
Edward: What about the job you had?
Mickey: It disappeared. Y’ know something I hated that job just putting cardboard boxes together
but after being turned down from everywhere it seems like paradise.
Edward: Why is a job so important? If I couldn’t get a job I’d just draw the dole. So you’re not
working why is it so important?
Mickey: You don’t understand anything do y?
Edward: Look come on I’ve got money, plenty of it. Let’s go and get Linda and celebrate.
Mickey: I don’t want your money. Eddie, just do me a favour and go away will y’?
Edward: I thought we always stuck together. I thought we were blood brothers.
Mickey: That was kids’ stuff Eddie. Didn’t anyone tell y’? But I suppose you still are a kid aren’t y’?
Edward: I’m exactly the same age as you Mickey.
Mickey: Yeh. But you’re still a kid. An’ I wish I could be as well Eddie, I wish I could still believe in
all that blood brother stuff. But I can’t, because while no one was looking I grew up. An’ you
didn’t, because you didn’t need to.