Mr. Hattrick: School rules are quiet clear on this subject. Quiet clear! No alcohol on school grounds! You're drunk! I can smell it on your breath. I can see it in your eyes!
Mr. Galloway: I'm not drunk!
Mr. Hattrick: Drunk! In charge of children! What kind of monster drinks in front of children?
Mr. Galloway: A parent!
Mr. Hattrick: A disgraceful one, yes! You've got a problem, haven't you?
Mr. Galloway: I'm just under a lot of pressure!
Mr. Hattrick: Well, I'm a kind and supportive colleague, Galloway. And as such, I think it is my duty to get sacked!
Mr. Galloway: Ah, do whatever you want, Hattrick. You always do!
Mr. Hattrick: The Head will find out about this!
Jimmy: You okay, sir?
Mr. Galloway: Ah, Jimmy. No, I'm not okay. I'm half drunk and I'm about to get fired. Fantastic! Oh, I'm a washed up old drunk and I'm only thirty-four. English, ya see, is a difficult subject to teach. I've tried any number of things to dull the pain - Yoga, meditation, needle-point, looking a dubious sites on the Internet. But nothing dulls the pain like scotch.
Jimmy: C'mon, sir, put that away.
Mr. Galloway: Are you mad? This is matter from the Gods!
Jimmy: Gimme that! Let's get rid of this before you get busted.
Mr. Galloway: That's very kind of you, Jimmy. Ms. Phillips is the only teacher to know about my vice. Take it to her. She'll know what to do.
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Jimmy: Here they are. I think that's all of them.
Ms. Phillips: Thanks, Jimmy.
Jimmy: You're welcome, Ms.
Ms. Phillips: Please, take this.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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