Pole and J-Boy are playing cards.
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T 'N the Boys
(Act One, Scene Ten)
(Laying down his hand) Rummy.
I thought we was playing poker.
And I was playing for a flush.
(Reading) Listen to this... 'Native of the north temperate regions, the pink is able to
tolerate extreme cold, but it does not enjoy excessive wet. The Athenians held the
plant in so great esteem that they named it Di-Anthos, Flower of Jove, awarding it
the highest honour.'
Tell me something, Weed. Just you tell me something. You reading about that shit
long and you ain't even got a goddamn garden.
So you've no bloody garden, have you?
I'll get a garden. I'll get one. I got myself a goal and I'm going to get one. When
you're after something, you got a chance to get it. Not like you lot. You're after
nothing and that's just what you're going to get.
(To Pole) It's your deal.
Knock at the door.
Weed to the door. Weasel enters with a large bouquet of flowers.
Fucking bitch won't put them in a box. I say they got to be in a box, but she don't have
no box so she's got to wrap it. She's got pretty paper, but no box.
T wants them in a box.
What I just say? They got no box. They got this pretty paper and that's all.
That's shit paper. That paper's as ugly as your arse.
That's what they got.
I could get a box.
Well, you weren't there, were you?
I could have got one.