james tyrone. we got some irish folks traveling with us. they might know. nothing wrong with him that a day's rest won't cure. let's put him in a wagon. come on. give me a hand. ( irish accent ) buffalo steak. it's enough to turn a man from eating. well, 'tis said some people think they are then. hey, did you ever set yourself down to eat at paddy's pub on connaught street? oh, the very thought of it. corned beef and fresh boiled potatoes! and a glass of stout with a head on it like this! just past the fish and chips shop opposite reagan's saloon, wasn't it? oh, go on. i know your sort. they wouldn't let you in the garbage door. and what were you, one of the dublin swells, eh? oh, go on with ya. there! and a grand place it was. none of them king-lovers allowed inside, neither! i'll tell you one thing. it was the very place that they planned the ash wednesday bombings! denny brogan's lads. i was there meself. and i suppose you led the entire bloody thing. well, i done me share, but i had commitments at the very time. ah, stop whistling up me sleeve. i'll fig