HEALY:
I work with retards.
MARY:
I beg your pardon?
HEALY:
You know...the guys who ride the short bus.
MARY:
Isn't that a little politically incorrect?
HEALY:
The hell with that. No one's gonna tell me
who I can and can't work with.
MARY:
No, I mean
HEALY:
--There's this one kid, we call him Mongo
on account of he's a mongoloid. He got out
of his cage once and--
MARY:
--He's in a cage?!
HEALY:
Well it's more of an enclosure really.
MARY:
They keep him confined? That's bull!
HEALY:
That's what I said, so I went out and got
him a leash you know, one of those
clothesline runners for the backyard. He's
got plenty of room out there to dig. The
kid's really blossomed. Now I can take him
to ball games, movies--you know, happy
stuff.
MARY:
That sounds like fun.
HEALY:
Yeah, it's fun for them, but it's heaven
for me.
(getting emotional)
Those goofy bastards are just about the
best thing I have in this crazy old world.
(checks watch)
Ooh, hey, I gotta run.