Wednesday, April 18th, 8:00pm
Mr. Splindle and Edward
Mr. Splindle: So what were you doing before, Edward?
Edward: I worked for a man … er … I was an apprentice of sorts.
Mr. Splindle: That idea died, did it?
Edward: It dyed the wrong colour completely.
Mr. Splindle: And what do you like to do for fun?
Edward: Do you mean what are my hobbies?
Mr. Splindle: No! No, not at all. This isn’t an interview, son! It’s what you might call a recruitment! No, I just want to know what sorts of things might be distracting you from our little venture.
Edward: Well, I like to look at girls.
Mr. Splindle: So you like pussy, eh son? A man after my own heart.
Edward:(frowning) That’s not what I said.
Mr. Splindle: What are you talking about then, lad?
Edward: I like to look at girls, not cats.
Mr. Splindle regards him for a moment.
Edward: And I don’t like dogs.
Mr. Splindle:(pats him on the knee and smiles) Son, the cats we’re going to see tonight’ll have you howling like a dog at the moon.
Hank: You know, Bill, there’s only just so much a man can take in this world. Now I know, ye gets your ups, and ye gets your downs, but ye can’t just let people walk all over you. Take Morty for example.
Bill: You mean Mike?
Hank: Morty, Mike, whatever. He just lost a whole lotta dough, and because what?
Hank looks at Bill. Bill opens his mouth to answer.
Hank: That’s right. Because the Man’s bringin’ him down. And you know who the Man is, right Bob?
Bill: The corporations?
Hank:(slaps Bill’s knee) You got ‘er, Bob! Those damned corporations. What we’ve gotta do, Bob, is break free! Break free, I tell ye. Go out on our own and make the millions o’ dollars that we’re entitled to.
Bill: So … what’s that got to do with me?
Hank:(regards him with pity in his eyes) You still don’t know, do ye Bob.
Bill shakes his head.
Hank: You’re gonna thank me, Bob. ‘Coz when I tell you what I’ve come to figure out over years of hard work and dedication … Let’s just say the Lord is shinin’ a light down on you today. (looks up) Oh! Here’s my stop. (pats Bill on the shoulder) Next time maybe. See ye later, Bob.