Edward 'Eddie' Smith:
[Walking in and putting $22 on the table after selling his car] Here, Dad.
Mr. James Smith: Wha... ? Where'd this come from?
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: Oh, I sold my car. I was tired of it anyway. You know me - have a thing a little while... get sort of fed up with it.
[Opening the refrigerator]
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: I guess I'm like my cousin Hugo.
[Turning and looking at his father]
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: Hey, you're not sore at me, are you, Pop?
Mr. James Smith: [Gettig up and walking toward Eddie] No matter what you ever do, Edward, you'll never make me feel as proud of you as I have this minute.
Mr. James Smith: Wha... ? Where'd this come from?
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: Oh, I sold my car. I was tired of it anyway. You know me - have a thing a little while... get sort of fed up with it.
[Opening the refrigerator]
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: I guess I'm like my cousin Hugo.
[Turning and looking at his father]
Edward 'Eddie' Smith: Hey, you're not sore at me, are you, Pop?
Mr. James Smith: [Gettig up and walking toward Eddie] No matter what you ever do, Edward, you'll never make me feel as proud of you as I have this minute.
Edward 'Eddie' Smith:
Go ahead! Put me in a cell. Lock me up! I'm sick of being hungry and cold. Sick of freight trains. Jail can't be any worse than the street. So give it to me!