Mona Lisa

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Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa Men have named you

You're so Like the lady

With the mystic smile

Is it only 'cause You're lonely

They have blamed you

For that Mona Lisa strangeness

In your smile

Do you smile To tempt a lover

Mona Lisa

Or is this your way

To hide a Broken heart

Many dreams

Have been brought To your doorstep

They just lie there

And they die there

Are your warm Are you real

Mona Lisa

Or just a Cold and lonely

Lovely work of art

Yes?

Do you want Mum?

Mum?

Yes, love?

Jeanie, get inside.

Just let me talk to her.

You can't do this to me. she's my daughter. Just a minute.

she don't know you, George. And she don't wanna know you. I don't wanna fucking know you.

You can't do this to me. I only come to see her.

You can't do this to me!

I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry.

Get out.

You cow!

I only came to say hello.

Hello!

Fuck off.

Charming.

Fuck off!

You gonna clean all that up?

Come on, mate.

Oi, hey, hey, take it easy, boy, okay? Hey.

Just let him be, right? The man's upset. Okay?

That's the right word, George, eh? Upset.

so, where'd they all come from?

They live here.

since when?

since you went inside.

Jesus.

Did you get my last book?

Yeah, yeah. shouldn't have been the driver though.

Who should it have been then?

I could pin him in the first chapter.

Who should it have been then?

The Chinese fella who fed the goldfish.

You didn't write it, George.

No, no, I didn't, but if I had-

Christ!

You kept it.

Aye, kept it for you.

You keep it tuned?

Why does she hate me, Thomas?

she doesn't.

Yes, she does.

You can never tell with women, George. They're different.

They wear skirts and like to powder their noses,

and when they go to heaven, they get wings.

Like angels?

Aye, like angels.

Yeah, but angels are men, Thomas.

Men?

Yes.

No one told me that.

It's true. Angels are men.

You got a big white rabbit with long floppy ears?

No, but we have one with short ears.

What's his name?

His name is Arthur. He's over here.

Oh, right. He'll do, yeah.

What is this, George?

It's a rabbit.

You're not gonna start all that business again, are you?

Eh?

Yeah, why not?

Look, George, you can't go in there.

Why not?

It's different.

What, Mortwell, is he different, too?

Very different.

Ah, we'll see.

Come on, George, you're not going in there.

I've done seven years for him, Thomas!

Listen, George, you don't know what they are up to now.

I don't give a fuck. Give us the rabbit.

No, listen, oi, what do you want it for?

I'm gonna give it to him.

Well, it's up to you.

We're closed.

Tell him, Terry.

Yeah, we're closed, sir.

Hiya, Terry.

He'll have a lettuce and I'll have a Bloody Mary.

George?

That's right, and this is Arthur.

What you doing here?

Looking for Mortwell, Terry. Bit of work, you know.

What do you do now?

Whatever comes up.

Yeah, but this is a knocking shop.

Leave it out, George.

So, where is he?

Mortwell? He's not around.

Well, he must be somewhere.

Better ask Dudley, George.

Through there?

Expecting me?

Knew I was out?

I suspected it, George.

so, where is he?

Where's who?

Mortwell.

He's away, George. south of France.

He owes me, Dudley. He said he'd look after me.

He said a lot of things, George.

Next time you see him, give him that!

Oi, George, George. Come on.

Look, we need a driver.

I'm a driver.

Do you know what a bleeper is?

I can't understand it, how's that little thing it's supposed to go bleep wherever I am?

Well, it bounces off the Post Office tower, George.

Miracle of modern technology.

Yeah, but it hasn't got an aerial or nothing.

Ah, it doesn't need one. Look, I'll show you, right?

What's that? Is that going?

No, no, that's a tester to see it's making a noise.

Don't muck about with it, for Christ sake. You've been pulling that bleeding knob.

I bet you've buggered it.

What do you think?

What do you do, melt it down and eat it?

No, they're ornamental, George.

Ornamental spaghetti?

Aye. I reckon it'll go a bomb.

Where did you get it?

Contacts, George. Can't find plastic spaghetti just anywhere.

Nah. I don't suppose too many people make it, do they?

Aye. Well, the Japanese cornered the market.

You fancy a fiberglass fruit flan?

Or a polystyrene tutti-frutti?

Fancy a cup of tea?

What's it made of?

Leaves!

Paging Mr. Carrington.

Paging Mr. Carrington.

Where's the bar?

Take a seat, sir, and I'll take your order.

Paging Mr. Carrington.

Thank you, sir.

You doing business?

Darling, sorry I kept you.

What do you think this is, the honeymoon hotel?

Look, do you have business in this hotel or can I really help you?

Where's your car?

Over there.

Pretend you know me, would you?

I don't know you, do I?

Pretend you fucking well do.

Not the back, the front.

so, where did they get you from?

Under a cabbage leaf.

I have to work these places. The bar boy turns a blind eye but the manager doesn't.

Are you gonna tell me where you wanna go?

The Lambert.

sorry.

Didn't they tell you that? You're meant to be my date not my minicab driver.

What does your date do?

He looks after me, you dingbat. He's meant to want to see me.

And what if he don't?

He pretends.

How do you pretend?

Christ, who sent you?

Does it matter? You're the tom, darlin'.

Just shut up and drive, would you?

Oh, can I have a large Bloody Mary? I'm sitting here, all right?

Here, did you hear me?

Are you serving here or just wearing in a new pair of shoes?

Oi!

Do you want a drink? They don't seem to serve you here.

I've done it wrong again, ain't I?

Okay, I got it wrong. That's all.

What did you expect? I'm not used to working in piss holes like this.

That was quick.

You were asleep.

Was I? How was he?

I beg your pardon?

How was the Arab?

None of your business.

Oh, all right. Where to?

Kings Cross.

You want a chocolate sandwich?