Five Minutes in the Life of Billy Pilgrim
Like I was saying, I have the
cigarette. You may as well just hand
over the lighter.
BILLY
You can get KILGORE to give in to
you but I’m not so easy. I think
I’ll just hold onto it.
LAZZO
Alright, I’ll trade you my cigarette
for the lighter.
BILLY
(laughing)
And what good will that do me? A
cigarette with no lighter.
LAZZO
I’ll get you a cigarette and I’ll
have me a lighter. Of course, I’ll
let you use it. As long as you trade
me something else you picked up.
I’ve seen your sticky fingers putting
all kinds of stuff in them pockets.
I bet you KILGORE’S head you got
something else in there. C’mon, show
me!
BILLY
Well, that just sounds like me
losing two things, all for one
little cigarette.
BILLY thinks for a second.
A guard walks up and aggressively hands BILLY, LAZZO,
and KILGORE, a piece of old, black bread and walks off.
KILGORE
(examining the bread sadly)
Same thing as yesterday.
LAZZO
What were you expectin’? Steak and
potatoes?
BILLY
We’ve gotten the same thing everyday
for the past few months, KILGORE.
I doubt they’ve found it in them to
give us anything different today.
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