Misty Button

What's wrong with ya?

Britney and myself, we had the,

you know what I mean,

the, the talk talk last night.

What kind of talk talk is that?

The commitment talk.

Either she’s willing to commit to us,

or we got to go our own ways.

You Yanks and yer emotions.

I am mostly Irish though.

You’re from Connecticut.

Yeah but my grandmothers on my mother’s side

Britney’s eighteen years old Declan, what did you expect?

Look,

Hayley’s calling again.

She's to young man.

It’s not her age that’s the problem,

it’s her father.

He’s had it out for me since day one.

Hmmm...

That’s the thing with American women.

They listen to their fathers.

You’d never get that shite back in Ireland,

it’d be like water off a duck’s back.

When did you meet him?

I haven’t.

She told me that he said I’m too old for her.

You are.

And too worthless apparently.

I don’t know if I’d call you too worthless.

A lowlife Irish shithead he said.

You’re not Irish though.

Where’s he from?

Dublin.

Of course.

We need to move out of Woodlawn man.

That’s the problem.

I didn’t move all the way to America...

to be practically living in Ireland.

We haven’t been to Manhattan in months.

Come on, Manhattan is overrated.

And what the fuck is the Bronx?

There's...there’s Tayto’s behind the bar.

I might as well be sipping pints in Rathmore.

Did narcolipty pass out again did he?

Either that or he’s dead.

He’d be better off dead.

He’s in here drinking tonic water for the last two months

judging the rest of us and now look at the cut of him.

I’d swear he’s dead you know?

He’s not dead.

Is he?

Eoin are you dead?

Are you dead Eoin?

Fuck off.

I told you he wasn’t dead.

Alright, should we go home?

We will.

Or,

or,

we have one more?

We’ll have one more so.

now from me home I started

Left the girls of Tuam, some were nearly broken-hearted

Saluted father dear,

kissed me darling mother

and drank a pint of beer,

me grief and tears to smother

Then off to reap the corn

leave where I was born

Cut a stout, black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins

A brand-new pair of brogues

to rattle over the bogs

And frighten all the dogs

on the rocky road to Dublin

A-one, two, three, four, five

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

And all the ways to Dublin,

whack, follol de-rah.

In Mullingar that night

I rested limbs so weary

started by daylight

me sprits bright and airy

i took a drop of the pure

to keep me heart from shrinking

and thats the Paddy's cure

when'er he's on for drinking.

To see the lassies smile,

laughing all the while

at me curious style,

'twould set your heart a-bubblin'.

And asked if I was hired

wages I required to lay

till i was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

one, two, three, four, five.

Hunt the hare

and turn her down the rocky road

And all the way to Dublin,

whack, follol de-rah.

I thought it such a pity

to be so soon deprived

a view of that fine city.

So then I took a stroll,

all among the quality

bundle it was stole,

all in a neat locality.

Something crossed me mind,

when I looked behind,

no bundle could I find

upon me stick a-wobblin'.

Inquiring for the rogues,

In me Connaught brogue.

It wasn't much in vogue

on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five.

Hunt the hare

and turn her down the rocky road

and all the way to Dublin,

Sorry I’m late.

You’re just getting in?

Yeah, it was one of those crazy nights.

Sounds exciting,

I have to go to class.

Do you...

Do you wanna go see, like a movie or something tonight?

My sister’s taking me to see Tom Petty.

I told you that already.

Tom Petty died.

Maybe it’s Billy Joel then.

One of those old guys.

Look,

I love you.

Thanks Bae

What the actual fuck James?

Hey Haley.

My phone is nearly always on silent.

You know that.

It’s eight o’clock in the fucking morning James.

Where were you?

We went to the diner.

For four hours?

Well we were at the bar too.

It closes at four.

Apologies, detective.

I was about to leave and then the lads came in for a nightcap.

What lads?

Declan and Eoin.

Eoin’s drinking again?

What’s it to you what Eoin’s doing?

What happened to your not drinking at work?

>It was a once off Haley. >>It isn't a once off if you're doing it 5 nights a week

Jesus Christ.

Nag nag nag that’s all you do.

Shut the hell up.

Nag nag nag.

It doesn’t stop,

repeat,

perpetual complaining, an everlasting bellyache.

Nag nag nag. That's what you're like.

A god damn broken record.

A fucking, fucking parrot with a limited vocabulary.

Nag nag nag, nonstop every…

What's this?

I'm done naggin.

Define done.

I'm walking out the door and i'm never coming back.

Where you goin?

It’s none of your business where I’m going.

OH!!

Oh, so all that “till death do us part” stuff,

that was just bullshit, huh!?

Shut up James.

Through the good times and the bad...

You gave up on this long before i did.

We’ve been through worse than this.

And everything is exactly the same.

You’re overreacting. Will you stop for fucks sake?

Fuck you.

So I came home late. You’re making a...

Fuck you.

You said that already.

So that's how it is huh?

Fine.

Good riddance!

Don’t you dare.

You know how much I spent on that thing?

That’s fifteen grand you just tossed out the feckin’ window.

You know what? Fine.

Get out!

I'd be better out with out ya.