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I would if I could find any to build.

You don't say. An architect?

To build houses?

You went to high school, huh?

Yeah, and to college, too,

for six years.

I worked like a dog

at anything I could to get enough...

An architect. You was always

smarter than the other slobs, Dave.

Maybe it was worth it.

You must be

in the big dough now, huh?

Yeah, it was well worth it.

I've been painting for Pascagli.

He's gonna give me twenty-five bucks.

It's the first dough I've earned

in a long time.

Six years you work in a college

and all you get out of it is hand-outs.

That's a good one.

I'm glad I ain't like you saps.

Starving and freezing for what?

Peanuts.

I got mine. I took it.

The fat of the land

I'm living off of. Look.

Silk. Twenty bucks.

Custom-tailored.

A hundred and fifty bucks.

- And dames...

- Ever get scared?

Me? What of?

You can't live forever.

I don't know.

Sometimes I get the jitters,

and sometimes I get

a terrific yen to stay put.

But the eight guys won't let you.

Quit talkin' about the eight guys

or there's gonna be nine of 'em.

You and I ain't gonna be friends

anymore like we used to, hear me?

I wanna see Francey.

I wonder what she's doing.

I bet she got married, huh?

Nah. Maybe she died.

Nah, not Francey.

She had too much sense.

Hey, fellas, look what's here!

Hey, where'd ya get the suit?

All fixed up fancy like a mutt.

Maybe they're brothers.

Hey, what are you,

a boy or a girl?

- He's a girl, can't you see?

- I'm a man!

You're a what?

Wise guy, huh?

Sure! I can name all the presidents

of the United States, can you?

So what? I bet the cream puff

can't even swim.

That's how much you know.

We have a pool in there and an instructor,

and I go in swimming every day.

A pool in the house?

Baloney.

Let's see you swim.

In there? It's dirty.

- Dirty?

- Dirty? Dirty. He says dirty.

He says it's dirty. I'll sock 'em.

What's that junk you got in your mouth

like a horse?

This? It's a brace

to make my teeth straight.

What? I could do that

with one wallop.

You just try.

My uncle is Judge Griswald.

Yeah?

Did'ya ever hear of Judge Perkins?

He's a friend of mine, see?

He sent me to reform school once.

Why don't ya come down here?

You're afraid to?

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid of anything.

All right, then, come on down

if you're not afraid of anything.

All right, I will.

Yeah?

Well. I think, and I think, and I think,

and I can't remember the number.

Then I remember the house,

but then I forget the floor.

But I try all the bells,

but whatever she is, she ain't there. Huh?

Nothin' for nothin', kid.

That's a fine thing to do to a kid.

A fine thing, a fine thing.

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