We'll just talk about something else, then!

Colm Doherty:I was too harsh yesterday.Pádraic Súilleabháin:Yesterday, he says! I know well you was too harsh yesterday.Colm Doherty:I just... I just have this tremendous sense of time slipping away on me, Padraic. And I think I need to spend the time I have left thinking and composing. Just trying not to listen to any more of the dull things you have to say for yourself. But I am sorry about it. I am, like.Pádraic Súilleabháin:Are you dying?Colm Doherty:No, I'm not dying.Pádraic Súilleabháin:But then you have loads of time.Colm Doherty:For chatting?Pádraic Súilleabháin:Aye.Colm Doherty:For aimless chatting?Pádraic Súilleabháin:Not for aimless chatting. For good, normal chatting.Colm Doherty:So we'll keep aimlessly chatting and my life will keep on dwindling. And in 12 years, I'll die with nothin' to show for it, bar the chats I've had with a limited man, is that it?Pádraic Súilleabháin:I said, "not aimless chatting" I said "Good, normal chatting."Colm Doherty:The other night, two hours, you spent talking to me about the things you found in your little donkey's shite that day. Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.Pádraic Súilleabháin:Well it wasn't me little donkey's shite, was it? It was me pony's shite. Which shows how much you were listenin'.Colm Doherty:None of it helps me. Do you understand? None of it helps me.Pádraic Súilleabháin: We'll just talk about something else, then!