Heckler in Torreyson's:
Boys, we ain't gon' get them titties back till this bum get's off.
Caroline Long:
You were boxing. Why?
Art Long:
"Why?" For five thousand bucks: that's why. I won.
Caroline Long:
You won five thousand dollars?
Art Long:
No, no, no, no, no. I GET five thousand bucks if I win tomorrow night. See; preliminaries were tonight, and the finals are tomorrow night.
Caroline Long:
So what'd you get tonight?
Art Long:
A black eye.
Gert Long:
What's wrong?
Art Long:
"What's wrong?" What? Can't a son come visit his parents without something being wrong?
Gert Long:
Not usually. What's the matter?
Art Long:
[Laughs shyly & turns away]
Gert Long:
BILL! Bill! Art & Caroline have had a fight!
Bill Long:
They'll work it out.
Art Long:
No, we haven't had a fight!
Bill Long:
See there? They've already worked it out.
Bill Long:
Did you get a look at that big meat-headed sonofabitch?
Art Long:
What'd they say he was? Albanian?
Bill Long:
I know one thing: he's some kind of goddamned foreigner, and there ain't but one way to whip 'em.
Art Long:
What's that?
Bill Long:
Kick him right square in the nuts, and then tell him his mother's whore.
Art Long:
Thanks a lot, Dad. Will you just shut up, please?
Bill Long:
I'm just tryin' to help you, Son. You're the one that's gotta go in there and fight this big dumb sonofabitch. Look at him. Probably some kind of a goddamned... Communist savage.
James Neese:
[Stirring up the crowd over the PA] Who's the toughest man in Ft. Worth, TEXAS?
Toughest Drunk in Ft. Worth:
[Toothless old drunk stands & waves hat to jeering crowd] I AM!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
