Scrod: I think I might have the impetigo…
Paddy: Starts in the legs, you know…deep in the bone.
Scrod: My legs are fine.
Paddy: Dogs’ legs…that’s what you’ve got…
Scrod: It’s a shame.
Paddy: Your legs?
Scrod: No…that you think I have dogs’ legs…with all we’ve been through, the itching and…
Paddy: That’ll get you nowhere…thinking like that all backwards…like a fool, I’d say…no?
Scrod: Water…I’m thirsty.
Paddy: Helps with the legs…?
Scrod: Impetigo, cuts the slake in the bone.
Paddy: Eats away like a cancer, so I’ve been told…festering and boiling up…
Scrod: And the itching…I can’t stand the itching…
Paddy: Like rats eating away at the legs, at the bone…
Scrod: With all we’ve been through…
Paddy: And what’s yet to come…yes…
Scrod: Yes…that too, the waiting…
Paddy: For it to come…yes, there’s always the waiting, never a moment’s rest…
Scrod: Never…
Paddy: Never a moment’s rest…
Scrod: And the festering and boil…in the bone.
Paddy: Always in the bone…like a cancer, so I’ve been told.
