28
THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WANTED
Joe
He could drive that Ford in his sleep.
Father McKee
I don’t hold with no old man gallivantin’.
Joe
Don’t you fret, Padre. Didn’t I tell you not to get him all worked up?
[This ruffles the good priest who makes to follow Tony. Joe intercepts him and forces him back into the room.]
Father McKee
Well?
Joe
Sit down a minute, You been tellin’ Tony what you think. Now I got some tellin’ to do.
Father McKee
Have you, indeed? Well, I don’t see no good———
Joe
Maybe I don’t see much good, but what the hell!
Father McKee
Young man! That’s the pernicious doctrine of Lacey Fairey.
