[Referring to the leg Jack lost in combat] Willie Morris: Does it ever itch or hurt, like it's still there? Jack Morris: Yes, it hurts. Willie Morris: But they gave you a medal for it, didn't they? Jack Morris: I'd rather have the leg. Narrator: In my life I find that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded. Narrator: Why in childhood and youth do we wish time to pass so quickly - we want to grow up so fast - yet as adults we wish just the opposite? Narrator: I almost lost old Skip that day. Even as he was sleeping on the operating table, he was still teaching me. That day, I became a young man. Why, in childhood and youth, we wish time to pass so quickly. We want to grow up so fast. Yet, as adults, we wish just the opposite. Dink: It's not the dying that scares me, it's the killing. Dink: You bawling like a big baby 'cause you lost that ball game? Willie Morris: What do you know about it? You didn't come you big liar. Leave me alone. Dink: That's how it is, isn't it? You're a hero today, and then you're a goat tomorrow. Now I didn't come because games don't mean nothing to me anymore. Willie Morris: It's not the game. It's Skip. He's gone for good. Dink: For good? Now how do you know that? You some kind of fortune teller? Willie Morris: I got mad at him and I hit him. And he ran away. Just like you ran away. Skip was never afraid of nothing. Dink: You think I don't know what folks are saying? That old Dink's a coward? Huh? Well I know. And you know what? They're right. I got scared. And I ran. You think it was 'cause I was afraid of dying? Because I wished I was dead plenty of times. Willie Morris: Then what was it? Dink: It ain't the dying that scary, boy. It's the killing. Now look, that dog ain't lost. You just need to know where to find him. There's gotta be at least one place around here that you hadn't thought of to look at, right? [Willy runs off to find Skip] Jack Morris:
Sometimes he gets mad and says things he doesn't mean. He gets it from his mother. When I got back from Spain, I got into accounting. I figured I could hide behind a desk. I looked down, and I didn't so much as look up for a whole year. When I finally did, people weren't staring at me anymore. I guess they kind of forgot about it.
Dink: Well, Mr. Morris. You got a purple heart. I got a yellow stripe. You can trust me. They don't forget about cowards. Jack Morris: Well, folks like to keep things small, Dink. Fit you into one pocket or the other. Give a man a label, and you never really need to get to know him. My son, he looks up to you, Dink. Not because you can run or throw a ball. You're his hero because you're his friend. And that's what he needs. A friend. Willie Morris: [grabs Junior and shakes him angrily] WHAT'D YOU DO TO HIM? THAT'S MY DOG! SKIP! Junior Smalls: [grasps Willie] I told you to keep that damn mutt out of here. Willie Morris: [writing a letter to Dink] How long does it take mail to get from here to Europe? Ellen Morris: Where in Europe? Willie Morris: Where Dink is, Foxhole in the south of France. [Skip barks. Willie turns to Skip] Willie Morris: Are you for Roosevelt, boy? [Skip barks] Willie Morris: What do you think about Hitler? [Willie growls, and Skip growls ever fiercer] Junior Smalls: [Millard throws a wine bottle at Willie, but Willie dodges. Millard giggles] Listen to me, you little worm. You tell anybody about where we're hiding here this bust-head, you'll wake up to find a dead pooch on your porch. [spits, puts his cigarette in his mouth and shows Willie his wallet] Junior Smalls: See, I've been needing me a new billfold. [takes his cigarette off his mouth] Junior Smalls: I think one made out of genuine dog-hide would be right slick. [Millard imitates a weak dog's moan to tease Willie] Junior Smalls: Now you look like a smart kid. You move so much as one little pinkie before the sun comes up, you better start think good and hard about life without that mutt. Millard: Everybody needs a friend. [laughs and continues teasing Willie] Junior Smalls: [laughs and gets up] Come on. [they walk outside the storeage] Junior Smalls: Think I scared him enough? Millard: I think he peed his pants. Junior Smalls: Gonna have to change those shorts. [Junior and Millard continue laughing] Willie Morris: Canine 4-F! I can't believe it! He obeys orders really well, I know. [Willie, Rivers and Skip start walking] Willie Morris: And he can do all those tricks. I don't know what got into him. Rivers Applewhite: Maybe he just got scared. Willie Morris: You're saying my dog's a chicken? Rivers Applewhite: No, I'm not saying your dog's chicken. I'm just saying maybe he might got scared. [a car horn horns] Mrs. Jenkins:
Dink's coming home, Willie! Dink's coming home! My boy's coming home!