The Luck of the Irish Page #6

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[ HORN HONKS ]

[ TIRE BLOWS ]

Aah!

Aah!

Quick, get the spare! They're gettin' away!

I don't have a spare tire!

What?!

With all the good luck

I've always had,

I never thought I'd be needing one.

Oh...

Oh, I've worked up quite an appetite.

Uh, that was the last of the corned beef, sir.

[ PLAYING BAGPIPE ]

Please, pl--[ SIGHS ]

[ CONTINUES PLAYING ]

You'd better get home.

You got a big game tonight.

But what about you?

You're the reason that

we made it to the State Finals.

I can't play looking like this.

I never could play anyway.

Not really.

I was only good because I was lucky.

Basketball isn't everything, Kyle.

I should know.

Well, I can't play baseball

or football either.

I meant sports isn't everything.

Look, I liked who I was, all right?

And that's who I wanna be.

We should've told you a long time ago.

I'm sorry, Kyle. That was our mistake.

It's OK, Da--Dad.

Things could be worse, Kyle.

Yeah? How?

Hey, give me a hand with this, Bobby.

I think it's stuck.

[ ELECTRIC MOTOR STRAINING ]

Come on!

Eh!

It's no use, Grandda. It's just our luck.

It's almost enough to make you

homesick for Ireland.

If you had sense enough not to drive

without a spare tire!

Or, if you hadn't married me daughter,

none of this would've happened.

That has nothing to do with anything.

- It doesn't do any good trying to blame each other.

I mean, I know this is miserable, but--

- Please don't say it could get worse.

It might.

I was just gonna say that

everybody has bad luck,

but you can make it better

if you just keep trying.

I mean, when the Irish came

to America, things were tough.

And they had to work at jobs

other people wouldn't take,

and they didn't get paid

what they deserved.

Well, at least they got paid.

The important thing is

they didn't give up.

They kept trying till things got better,

and that's what makes them special,

not where they are now,

but the spirit that kept them

going on the way there.

She's a Young Achiever.

- I'm an American. That's what

we all are,

and Americans don't give up.

[ KYLE SIGHS ]

- Maybe I can walk down to the gas station,

and, I'll get a patch to fix that tire.

I'm gonna get that top

up-on if it kills me.

- Alright.

Hey, we can get the tire off.

- I'll check the trunk for tools.

- OK.

I'll be goin' with you, Bobby,

and not left waitin' in the car.

I'd better go, too.

I have to go call the Young Achievers.

If I get in trouble

for leaving the field trip;

my dad will give me his:

"You're not gonna get into med school"

speech.

Well, thanks for helping out, Bonnie.

I mean, you know, you being here.

Kinda' makes me think I haven't lost

all my luck.

Do you really mean that?

Or is it just blarney?

Hey, wait up, Mr. Johnson.

What?

Do you still think we can get

our luck back, Grandda?

I don't want

to be lyin' to ya, boyo.

But it would take a miracle to catch

Seamus now.

Well, at least it's stopped raining.

Hey, look, there's a rainbow.

Hah. hey, maybe there's

a pot of gold at the end of it.

Oh...Ha ha ha.

Come on, boys.

Where are we going?

I don't know.

Where are we going?

To the end...of the rainbow!

What?

Hey, you OK, Grandda?

[ PANTING ]

You can't get to the end of a rainbow.

Well, I could, if I was

only 200 years younger.

No. The rainbow's just the sunlight

refracted in the clouds,

there is no end.

You some kind of scientist?

I'd like to be one someday.

Yes, but Im a leprechaun.

So don't be tellin' me about rainbows.

Hey, look over there!

Come on!

[ CELTIC MUSIC PLAYS ]

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET ATHY:

HURROO, HURROO

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET ATHY:

HURROO, HURROO

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET ATHY:

A STICK IN ME HAND

AND A DROP...

They must've stopped to celebrate

or something.

I'll give 'em somethin' to celebrate.

You boys wait here.

I'll slip in and get our luck back.

I'll get it.

Your ma would

never forgive me

f I was to allow you

to go into a place like that.

Look, it's my responsibility.

Keep your eyes peeled.

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET ATHY:

HURROO, HURROO

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET ATHY:

HURROO, HURROO

WHILE GOIN' THE ROAD

TO SWEET--

Hey. Here it is.

It's locked.

[ OFF-KEY BAGPIPE ]

[ CLICK ]

[ BAGPIPE STOPS ]

How'd you do that?

It's a leprechaun thing.

Ah, it's our luck.

Ha Ha. That it is, Kyle boy.

Our lucky day.

This is my coin.

I can tell. It's like this weird feeling.

You can never tell

about feelings, you know.

So why don't we just take the whole

lot of it to be certain, hmm?

Come on. Give me a hand

with the pot, boy.

What? Whoa.

Grandda, you can't take it all.

It's not ours.

What? You think

that dirty thief deserves it?

And he surely stole it from

poor leprechauns like ourselves.

Well, we don't know that for sure.

And if he did steal it, we should

tell the police.

Are you daft, boy?

Callin' in the peelers,

when all this gold is just lying there

for the taking.

You mean stealing.

I mean seizing the opportunity.

IN DUBLIN'S FAIR CITY

WHERE GIRLS ARE SO PRETTY

I FIRST SET MY EYES

ON SWEET MOLLY MALONE

AS SHE WHEELED:

HER WHEELBARROW:

THROUGH STREETS:

BROAD AND NARROW

CRYING, "COCKLES AND MUSSELS,

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH"

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

CRYING, "COCKLES AND MUSSELS,

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

The streets aren't paved with gold, Kyle.

You have to take it

where you can find it.

If you'd struggled as I did when I first

came to this country--

We didn't come to America to steal.

We came here to work hard, get ahead,

and make something of ourselves.

We now, is it?

Sure an' it's worth a pot of gold

to hear ye count yourself

among the Little People...

even such a big, lovely pot as this.

Aah!

Oh!

Run, Kyle, run! Run! Run!

O'Reilly...

Aah!

Grandpa!

[ FIERCE GROWLING ]

Grandpa?

Ha! I've got him by the beard, boyo,

and no leprechaun can get away from that.

Kyle!

And you'll not be gettin' away either.

Now, give me that lucky coin...

and maybe I'll let the old man go.

Oh, don't trust him, Kyle.

He's a far darrig--

Quiet!

- Ooh. Ooh. Ooh!

Far darrig?

I'll make a bet with you.

A wager, is it?

What exactly did you have in mind?

I bet...that...I can beat you.

Beat me what?

Video games, is it?

TV trivia.

Sports.

If I beat you at sports,

you'll let my grandda go, and I

get to keep my lucky coin.

But if you don't beat me...

then the coin is mine.

And no more of this chasin' after me.

OK.

Well, you've got yourself a wager.

Hey, what's going on, Kyle?

Where are we?

And what are we wearing?

It's hurling, Kyle.

Grandda?

Watch out for the sliotar.

The what?

The sliotar.

Man, what are we doing here?

Sports.

[ EXULTS ]

[ GRUNTING ]

[ MEN CHEER ]

[ KYLE ]:
Look, I bet Seamus I

could beat him at sports.

[ RUSSELL ]:
Man, sports are

more like football, baseball, basketball.

Rrahh!

You may have gotten lucky at hurling,

but you'll not be beating me at

throwing of the chariot wheel.

What kind of sports are these anyway?

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