Blue cod

Maureen asks the fishmonger for a piece of blue cod.

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Maureen: I need four pieces.

Fishmonger: Sorry lady. Only got one piece left.

Maureen: But I’m having three guests. I need four pieces.

Fishmonger: Sorry lady. Like I said, only one piece. How about one piece of blue cod, and three pieces of snapper? You eat the blue cod, and give the guests snapper. You know what I mean? (winks)

Maureen: I couldn’t do that. It’s not fair.

Mike: Wait a moment. (Goes out the back and returns with four pieces of blue cod). I was saving this for my brother. But good luck for you.

Maureen: I … I don’t know what to say.

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Born to fish

Boris, who speaks English well, describes his passion to Rudolph, who is a recent immigrant and who still struggles with English.

Rudolph: Why you go out even when raining?
Boris: I have this passion. I was born to fish.
Rudolph: I have passion. I born to bird.
Boris: Born to bird? You mean Born to fly, I think. Bird’s not a noun.
Rudolph: Fish, noun. Fish, also verb. So I think … same, same.
Boris: Not birds. Not same, same. Different. Quite different.
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Eat body leave head

Peter Fischer and Molly Malone, keen anglers, in Scene 69 of The Fecund Trout, are having a picnic on the edge of a lake. Or is it a puddle? They've arrived there by Molly's Humber 90 shooting brake which she inherited from her uncle Howard Hawk.

Peter: Have some more.

Molly: Oh I can't. I really can't.

Peter: You know what I like? These autumn evenings. Finish work. Pack a picnic. Catch fish.

Molly: Shore of lake.

Peter. Puddle.

Molly: Puddle.

Peter: Eat body, leave head.

Molly: Leaves him something to think with?

Peter: Dead right.
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