Ben Kurtzman: [voice-over at the end] Life is made up of a few big moments, and a lot of little ones. I still remember the first time I kissed Sylvia, or the last time I hugged my father before he died. And I still remember that white-bread sandwich and that blonde dancing girl with the cigarette pack on her thigh. But a lot of images fade, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get them back. I had a relative once who said that if I knew things would no longer be, I would have tried to remember better. Ben Kurtzman: You don't walk out on Sinatra, sir. Little Melvin: Don't make me moody. Nate Kurtzman: The government doesn't know from shit. They integrate the golf courses in '51, and schools in '54. Where's their priorities? Louie: They integrated the cricket field in Clifton Park back in '50. Can't find a colored person who plays cricket. Pete, Nate's Assistant: I beg to differ. That was part of the separate but equal ruling. The coloreds could only play cricket on Tuesdays. Louie: You can't find a colored person who wants to play cricket on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Kiss-My-Tuchis-Day. Charlie, Nate's Assistant: For that matter, you can't find a white person who wants to play cricket. What is it with that game? It makes no sense. How many players do you need there? What do they use, a mallet or something? Pete, Nate's Assistant: Isn't that the one with the hoops? Charlie, Nate's Assistant: That's croquet. Louie: Nah, croquet is something you eat. Nate Kurtzman: Everything is something you eat. Louie: No, I saw it here on the menu.