[Dave is talking to his dad just after the accident in which he lost the end of his finger]
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
Stop your moaning. It's barely the fingernail.
John Tynan-O'Mahony:
It's the whole end.
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
And do you need to scratch your arse and pick your nose at the same time?
[Dave chuckles]
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
Mark my word, it'll be a great friend to you, that finger. A great friend.
John Tynan-O'Mahony:
How?
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
Well, you'll never be stuck for a story, will you?
John Tynan-O'Mahony:
Yeah, but...
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
Not the *real* one, dunderhead! The ones you make up. What kind of an idiot chooses the truth over a good story? You've done it already: Sister Mary, with arms like hams, knocked the end of it off with her cane for forgetting the Pope's birthday. Don't stop there. Have a different story every time someone asks you. And never tell the truth. Never. And if all else fails, it'll be great for scaring the girls away.
John Tynan-O'Mahony:
Why would I need to do that?
Gerard Tynan-O'Mahony:
You're a good-looking boy. You take after your daddy. With a face like that, you're going to need *something* to give you a bit of peace.
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