That's not to say that he didn't used to do the pool boy, or the maid, the chef, the butler, the grounds keeper, the stable boy, a random guest, or anything else that moved...

Alfred Pennyworth? more like Duckworth.

Haggling. I hate it. I apparently don’t even like to write it. I suppose that it would have been easier to to do a cliche where one of us screws up the process, but I kind of what to avoid that as an out.That’s not to say I won’t intentionally use a cliche, *cough* pool boy reference *cough, cough* but I won’t use it as a cheap way out.

So much has been written, said, and done in this world, I think it takes someone someone really fucking special to write something that doesn’t have a cliche in it somewhere, and have it still be worth reading or watching. By that I mean truly talented, very well practiced, master of the craft. ┬áThat someone is not me. I’m only doing this to get these ideas out of my head.

 

Paddy: Would it be alright if we sat down? I feel a bout of osteoporosis coming on.
Patrick: A bout of…? Sure whatever. Come on in.
Patrick: The thing is, we’re really not sure we want someone and all their junk in the house.
Paddy: I have no stuff, haven’t for years..
Wife: but you’d still be here.
Paddy: so would a maid, chef, butler or pool boy.
Paddy: I can do all these things, well except the pool boy… all I need is a place to rest.
Wife: what about the ground?
Paddy: Oh, I never much cared for camping.