Katie Madden: Ah, Gypo, what's the use? I'm hungry, and I can't pay my room rent. Have you the price of a flop on you?
Gypo Nolan: No.
Katie Madden: What's the use? Ah. don't look at me like that, Gypo! You're all I got! You're the only one. You know that. But what chance do we have to escape? Money! Some people have all the luck! [Indicating the ad in the travel agency window]
Katie Madden: Look at that thing handing us the ha-ha! Ten pounds to America! Twenty pounds and the world is ours?
Gypo Nolan: What are you saying that for?
Katie Madden: I know that what you hate the most is a tout who runs to the Black and Tans. A git who betrays his mates. You can't do it Gypo, I would rather be a whore.
Gypo Nolan: But it's not for the money. They are my friends. My true friends. Not the ones I have been around with these past few year.
Katie Madden: Ah but Gypo, if you turn informer you should never darken my door again. You are dead to me.
15 comments:
Hmmmm. Are you gettin' at something? Is there a rat among us?
To be sure a coward and a toady.
An informer and a snitch.
I hope he takes the hint to depart and never return.
I dislike snitching, especially when advocated by the WH.
@Blake
He didn't delete us from the blogroll yet so I guess we're safe.
Just watch it pally.
Hurumph!
*flounces off again*
Whatever you are talking about, I think it was Kyle.
Round up the posse? Bring the "necktie"?
Good to see you cuz.
We prefer the Agentine response.
We just dissappear them. Heh.
I just read that over there and didn't like it at all.
But I'm getting the rep as a scold over there, so I'm laying low. Still...it wasn't right.
So I just scolded over here. LOL
lol
Gotta stay in practice, Darce.
Butthead. :)
I understand how you feel, Cookie.
It's sort of rough -- one American
squealing on other Americans. Then
again, Cookie -- maybe that stoolie's
not an American at all. Maybe he's a
German the Krauts planted in this
barracks. They do this type of thing.
Just put an agent in with us -- a
trained specialist. Lots of loose
information floating around a prison
camp. Not just whether somebody wants
to escape, but what outfits we were
with and where we were stationed,
and how our radar operates. Could
be, couldn't it?
COOKIE
In this barracks?
SEFTON
Why not? Just one of the boys. Sharing
our bunks. Eating our chow. Right in
amongst the ones that beat me up.
Except that he beat hardest.
COOKIE
Who is it?
SEFTON
That's not the point, Cookie. The
point is what do you do with him?
You tip your mitt and the Jerries
pull him out of here and plant him
someplace else, like Stalag ixteen
or Fifteen. Or you kill him off and
the Krauts turn around and kill off
the whole barracks. Every one of us.
So what do you do?
COOKIE
Who is it?
Looks like I need to get out more.
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