- Why me? What'd I do to you?
- Oh, come on, Mark.
Why do you blame the boss
for life's little distractions?
Because.
Because I always stick up for him,
and he goes
and pulls a stunt like this.
He didn't do that. You haven't
put water in that radiator for weeks.
So I didn't put water in.
Don't you think he could cover for me
once in a while?
- What's wrong?
- I busted my toe.
I suppose you're gonna tell me
that's not his fault.
Of course it's not.
You're the one who kicked the car.
You know how many times
I've kicked that car? A hundred.
Never broke my toe. I tell you,
it's him. He loves doing that to me.
And I'm telling you it's not the boss.
What else you got for me?
Gonna strike me with lightning?
That was the boss.
Oh, well, what the heck,
it's just a car, right?
Why don't we walk, Jonathan?
What a nice day for a walk.
Excuse me, excuse me.
Could you tell us
how to get to Rose Court?
Rose Court?
Sure, I live at Rose Court.
If you're heading back that way,
we can just tag along.
Why, sure. I don't mind the company.
Hey, but you young fellow.
- I no walk so fast no more, you know.
- Oh, that's all right.
My friend isn't
walking too fast lately either.
Come on.
My name is Guido. Guido Liggio.
I'm Mark Gordon,
this is Jonathan Smith.
- How you doing?
- How are you?
California...
That's why me and my friend
move out here, you know.
The winters got to be too much
for us.
- When did you come out?
- Oh, five or six months ago.
Hey, you know,
my friend's wife, she die.
Everybody die, so we come out here.
We live next door to each other
and we play cards
and we go to ball games and...
And it stink. What can I tell you?
- You got any family out here?
- No. Oh, I have a wife,
but she run away
with the capitano of the bowling team.
Shame, too, because after he left,
the whole team go to hell.
Mannaggia, that guy
had a average too.
But, hey, here we are, Rose Court.
So, what building you need?
- Number .
- Fourteen? That's my building.
- Who you looking for?
- Mr. Michael Clancy.
Well, that's my friend.
That's the guy I talk about.
Hey, who are you guys?
What's going on here?
No, no, nothing's going on.
We just wanna talk to him, that's all.
You guys cops? Lawyers? Come on,
what'd he do? I k*ll that bum.
- No, no, he didn't do anything.
- You see, not do nothing.
I know that guy for years.
He's the salt of the earth.
Mr. Liggio, we're with the International
Refugee Relief Committee.
Oh, you looking for donation.
Well, it's no good, boys,
because he's the biggest
cheapskate around.
Really, we just wanna talk to him.
Refugees, huh? All right, come on.
Look, I'm gonna go up
and talk to him first.
Maybe I squeeze
a couple of bucks out of him.
In the meantime,
you put me down for bucks,
because I know what it's like
to be a refugee, you know?
Hey, Clancy, where are you at?
In the kitchen.
- What are you doing in the kitchen?
- Learning tap dancing.
What do you think I'm doing
in the kitchen?
I'm making dinner early
so we can see the game.
But tonight's my night to cook.
That's why I go to the store.
Tuesday's my night to cook.
Wednesday, Wednesday,
Wednesday.
- It's Wednesday.
- Get out of here.
- I cook on Wednesday.
- Here, here.
Tuesday, see? Tuesday.
- Wednesday.
- Where's Wednesday?
- Get you glasses. Where-?
- I don't need my glasses.
- What's this from, today?
- Wednesday.
- What's this here?
- That's yesterday's paper.
- Today is Wednesday.
- I thought it wasTuesday.
Boy, you gonna be the poster boy
for the Alzheimer's disease, you know.
So I thought it was Tuesday.
Who won the game?
- The Dodgers, they lost.
- Those bums. What do you expect?
They can't even play
on the right day.
- What happened to Tuesday?
- You fall asleep.
Oh, hey, there's two guys
out in the hall.
- They wanna see you.
- What two guys?
The two guys in the hall.
They come
from some relief organisation.
I'm gonna give bucks.
I pay anybody bucks,
they better give me relief.
- It's for the refugees.
- I don't need no refugees.
- The refugees need the money.
- So you give.
- I give!
- So you're a chump.
- I'm a chump?
- That's right, you're a chump.
I'm a chump?
You don't even know what day it is!
I may not know what day it is,
but I don't stick my teeth
- in no garbage disposal neither.
- You... You're a cheapskate!
I don't wanna have no more
to do with you.
That's fine, because I want
nothing more to do with you either.
Fine? Then, fine!
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
- What time we eat?
- Half an hour, and if you're late,
I throw it away.
- Oh, Mr. Liggio-
- And don't slam the door!
Mr. Clancy, I'd like to--
- Mr. Liggio, what happened?
- You talk to him. I can't!
He don't even know what day it is!
One of life's little distractions.
Don't let it get you down.
Actually, my toe is feeling better.
That's cute. That's cute.
- Yeah?
- Mr. Clancy,
my name is Jonathan Smith.
This is Mark Gordon.
- We're with the International Refug--
- Well, you go see my former friend,
Mr. Liggio, across the hall.
He's the chump, not me!
You're a cheapskate!
You can't squeeze no blood
from a pig's ear!
- I'll give you a pig's ear.
- Will you knock it off?
- We're not here for a donation.
- You're not?
No.
Then how come
you was gonna take my money?
- Because it's a scam. I told you that.
- Mr. Clancy, it is not a scam.
What I have to say
is very personal and very private.
- I'd rather not do it out here in the hall.
- You got something to say, say it.
It's about your son.
Could we come inside and sit down?
My son?
Hey, wait a minute.
What are you guys trying to pull here?
Clancy's boy,
he got k*lled years ago.
I know that, Mr. Liggio.
You recognise this?
Yeah.
It's my boy's Saint Christopher.
His mother gave it to him when he was
shipping out, for good luck.
Where'd you get this?
From the woman he gave it to.
Mr. Clancy, can we come inside?
I want you to tell me
what this is all about,
and I want you to tell me right now.
It's about a boy
named Michael Clancy Nguyen.
He's your grandson.
Mr. Clancy,
is that a picture of your son?
Yeah. Yeah, that's my boy.
That's Mike.
We have some letters
that the woman in that photograph
says were written to her by your son.
Is that your boy's handwriting?
Yeah, it looks like it.
So what?
What's it got to do with me?
Your son was k*lled in April.
In July, the girl in that picture
gave birth to a baby boy,
your grandson.
They're in Thailand,
in a refugee camp.
They wanna come to the U.S.,
but they need a sponsor.
You go to hell!
- What?
- "What?"
I was speaking English, wasn't I?
Go on. You, get out of here.
- But, Clancy, if it's your grandkid...
- You stay out of this!
My kid's a lonely GI, so he latches
on to some broad over there
who's probably been sleeping
with half the U.S. Army,
and she plays him for a chump,
and he thinks it's his.
Well, I'm no chump! You hear that?
Mike Clancy ain't nobody's chump!
Mr. Clancy, she didn't work in a bar.
She was a student
and she was in love with your son.
We have letters written
to his commanding officer,
asking if he could marry her
and bring her over.
I'll leave the file with you.
You can go over it.
Boy's name is Michael.
- She named him after your son.
- I said, get out!
Come on, now! You get out!
I left the address
of where we're staying.
Please read the file.
You're the only one they have.
Goodbye, sir.
Mike Junior always wrote so tiny.
You know, I told that kid--
If I told him once,
I told him a million times, you know.
--write bigger, write bigger,
you know?
Where's my glasses?
I can't read this.
Here, here, here.
- "Dear Lan"--
- Lan? What's Lan?
Maybe it's the girl in the picture.
"Don't worry about the baby.
Everything will work out.
I'm getting a lot of static
from the Army,
but when I get back to the States,
my folks will help figure out a way
to get you over here.
My dad can be a real jerk
sometimes,
but he loves me,
and I know that once he meets you,
he will love you and the baby too."
Kid's a real chump.
He was a sweet kid, you know.
Why'd they have to go and k*ll my boy,
Guido, huh?
What the hell kind of God
lets that happen
to a sweet kid like that?
Why'd they k*ll my son?
Lan? I'm Jonathan Smith,
one of your caseworkers.
- Hello.
- And you must be Michael.
Michael, this is your grandfather.
I can never repay you
for what you have done
for me and my son.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, well, hey,
you don't wanna be doing that.
I'm not any bishop or anything.
Anyway, welcome to America.
Let's get your stuff, and let's go.
Are you really my grandfather?
- Well, that's what your mother says.
- Mr. Clancy.
What?
Nothing.
We will get our things.
Well...
This is for you.
You two will have to share this.
- This is our room?
- Yeah.
I don't know what you expected,
but I ain't no millionaire, you know.
I mean, that's what there is,
you take it or leave it, you know?
Mr. Clancy, my son has been raised
in rooms with other people,
and they were not really rooms.
They were tents and tin shanties.
He was not complaining.
He has never known such luxury
as a bed in which only he sleeps.
We are both very grateful.
Yeah, well...
Okay, then.
There's a bathroom there.
- Can I see it, Mother?
- Ask your grandfather.
May I, Grandfather?
Yeah, sure. Listen,
don't call me Grandfather, huh?
Just call me Clancy, okay?
- But why?
- Well, because I know I'm Clancy.
- I don't know I'm your grandfather.
- Mr. Clancy.
I appreciate very much
what you have done for us.
My son has not had anything
in his life.
The only things he has had
are my love
and the knowledge of who he is.
Rooms we can do without,
bathrooms we can do without,
and food we have done without,
but I will not let anyone
try to rob my son of who he is.
Not even his grandfather.
Smith, can I...?
Can I talk to you alone here
for a second here?
Sure. Mark, why don't you take Lan
and Michael down to the beach?
- They'd probably like to see that.
- Yeah, would you like that?
- I'd rather see the bathroom.
- Later, Michael.
Let's go with Mr. Gordon
down to the beach.
- Yeah, come on. You're gonna love it.
- Okay.
- What's on your mind?
- Listen, Smith,
this ain't gonna work out.
I was willing to help out
because my son had feelings
for this woman,
but I won't put up with this
in my house.
Put up with what?
I mean, she's got some mouth,
don't she?
I thought these women
were supposed to be, you know,
bowing and "Yes, sir" and "No, sir."
She didn't come here
to be your maid, you know.
Yeah, she's not here to talk to me
like that in my own house either.
She ain't gonna pull the wool
over my eyes
with all that highfalutin talk.
I know exactly
what kind of woman she is.
Are you through, Mr. Clancy?
- Yeah, I expect that's about it.
- Then let me tell you something.
She gave birth to that boy
after the fall of Saigon.
That child was living proof
to the North Vietnamese
that she had committed
the most unpardonable of sins:
She consorted with the enemy.
The boy was marked, mixed-blood,
but she wasn't marked.
All she had to do
was give up that child
and she could have lived
a much easier life, but she didn't.
Because she loved her son
and she loved your son.
And that's the kind of woman she is.
Here.
Where's Mark and Michael?
Michael wanted
to see an American bathroom,
and the neighbour...
I don't remember his name.
- Guido.
- Guido.
He let him in
and let him flush the toilet.
My son is very impressed
with toilets that flush.
It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right.
Yes.
Yes.
Forgive me.
Come on,
there's no reason to forgive anything.
I should not be crying on such a day.
We are in America, finally.
This is not a day to be crying.
We are very grateful.
Lan, I know you're grateful.
I also know what Mr. Clancy said
to you upstairs was very cruel,
and it hurt you very much.
I thought it would be different.
I was foolish to think that.
He is very much like my own father.
It would shock him
- how much he is like my father.
- What do you mean?
According to my father,
all American GIs were exactly alike,
just out to use Vietnamese girls.
He thought of Michael
in much the same way
as Michael's father thinks of me.
Ironic, isn't it?
Where is he now?
Dead.
He told me I must choose
between my American and my family.
I never saw him again.
Later, in the camps, I heard
he...
...my mother,
my sister, all dead.
Lan, I don't think
Mr. Clancy's a bad man.
I think he just needs
a little time, that's all.
I don't know.
In the camps,
no matter how bad it was outside,
when we were in our hut,
my son and I,
there was as much love
as there was hatred outside.
We could survive the hatred
because of the love we had at home.
But...
If the hatred is not outside anymore,
but in our own home,
how will my son survive that?
How?
Hey, kid.
You. I'm talking to you.
You're a new kid, right?
Yes.
That's why I'm gonna let you off easy
this time.
Let me off?
That's right. You didn't pay no tax
this morning.
Everybody gotta pay tax, man.
Which tax?
The tax so I don't
thump on your head.
Dollar-fifty every morning.
That's what you pay.
But I don't have such money.
Hey, man, don't lie to me.
I've seen you in the lunch line.
You got the money.
You're getting it from
your old Grandpa Clancy, right?
See, word travels fast
in this neighbourhood.
But that is my lunch money.
Yeah, well, from now on,
you're on a diet,
because if you don't pay,
we're gonna have to
thump on you a little,
and if you think that your old man
can protect you,
maybe we thump on him too.
You got it?
I said, you got it?
Yes.
Hey, man, don't take it so hard.
Everybody gotta pay tax.
It's America, right?
Here you go.
Good old Jonathan.
Get everything on the list?
Yeah, I think so.
I've been waiting to start this stew
all day long.
I am really getting sick
of eating fast food.
- And they just sit there.
- Who?
Lan and Clancy and Michael.
- What do they got to do with my stew?
- What's your stew got to do
with our assignment?
I'm talking about Lan and Clancy.
No, you may have been thinking,
but you weren't talking.
I was talking about them.
I told you,
they sit there in the apartment.
Lan and Michael sit in their room
and Clancy sits in his. They don't talk.
- You forgot the oregano.
- What?
The oregano.There's no chilli pepper
and there's no bell peppers here.
If you're not gonna get everything,
why don't you say so?
- I could've gone myself.
- What are you mumbling?
I am mumbling because I'm hungry.
I always mumble when I'm hungry.
I am not an angel.
I have a human stomach.
Yeah, well, that's your opinion.
Oh, that's cute, Jonathan.
That's cute.
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
Boy.
- You know what?
- What?
You and me. Right now, we were
sounding like Clancy and Guido there.
Was that what it's gonna be like
years from now when we get old?
Hey, speak for yourself. I'm as old
as I'm gonna get, remember?
Oh, yeah, I forgot that.
Hey, maybe that's it.
Maybe that's what?
Well, we've been trying to get
to Clancy through his grandson.
Maybe we ought to be going
through his friend.
- Guido?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Guido.
If you wanna apologise, you come in.
If not, take a hike.
- Guido?
- You should be-
I thought you was that bum Clancy.
- You cheapskate!
- It's all right if I come in?
Oh, sure, sure, sure. Come on in.
Come in.
I'm kind of stir-crazy, you know?
Scusa, but it's no good to be all alone
all the time, you know?
Yeah. I know exactly
what you mean.
You and Clancy
have another fight, huh?
Oh, yeah. Just because I give the kid--
Michael, you know?
--I give the kid a backpack.
For the school, you know?
And every kid should have
a backpack, you know?
Just like I see all the kids
around here.
Oh, Clancy, that bum, he say:
"Hey, how much you pay
for that backpack?"
I say, "Who cares?"
He said, oh, he cares.
He say I owe him bucks
from the pinochle game,
and before I buy a backpack,
I should pay up.
I say, "Hey, if you wasn't
such a cheapskate..."
I would not have to buy him
what he should buy him.
You know? His grandkid.
Listen, Clancy's not
getting along too well
with the kid either, you know?
Yeah, I know, but it's not
my business, you know.
Well, maybe it can be your business.
What do you mean?
Well, you see, part of our job,
Jonathan and me,
is to see that the kid
gets kind of adapted
to American culture.
So?
So Clancy is sitting over there
like a lump.
Because he is a lump. You jerk!
Right. But, see, none of that's
doing the kid any good,
or the mother either.
I mean, they don't know anybody
around here.
I mean, she's off all day long
looking for a job,
the kid is at school. He comes home
and he just stays in his room.
So we figure it would be better for him
if he could get out,
you know, have a little bit of fun.
Toss a ball around.
Maybe go to the pier.
Ride the merry-go-round.
So why don't you take him
to the pier?
I would. I would, but they need
something else right now.
They both do.
I'm their caseworker.
What they've got to have
right now is a friend.
Hey, I got news for you, friend.
Everybody needs a friend.
Hey, it stinks to be all alone,
you know?
So?
So, what?
So, what's stopping you?
I don't think Clancy
would appreciate that, you know?
So what?
So what?
So what?
Yeah.
Yeah, so what?
Right.
Who is it?
Guido.
Guido who? Guido the welsher?
If you come to apologise,
you better have bucks in your mitt.
- Otherwise, get lost.
- I no come to see you.
I come to see your grandkid.
- Oh, you wanna go out and play?
- Yes, something like that.
Excuse me.
- Hello, Mr. Liggio.
- Guido. Can I come in?
Sure.
Excuse me.
Listen, kid, you and your mom
wanna come with me to the pier?
We go ride the merry-go-round?
Merry-round?
You never seen a merry-go-round?
It's a horse. Wood horse.
And it go round in a circle.
Oh, it's more fun
than a barrel of monkeys.
It has monkeys?
God bless you.
Come on, we gonna have fun.
Can we?
It's very kind, but...
But what?
Come on with Uncle Guido.
Well, I suppose...
All right.
Come.
Grandfather, are you coming too?
No. If you wanna go somewhere, go.
If you don't wish us to go,
we will not go.
Hey, it's a free country.
You can come and go
as you please, you know?
The voice of charm and culture
has just spoken.
Come on.
Do you think my grandfather
will like the bear I won for him?
I don't know about a bear,
but a stuffed rat
would be more his style.
Listen...
Why don't you two come in?
I got some ice cream, and--
Look, I no have
this much fun for years,
and I no want to see it end.
We should invite Mr. Clancy.
I'd rather chew a razor blade,
but, hey,
if that's what you want, okay.
Come on in. I go get him, huh?
Hey, Clancy,
what are you doing here?
I was just coming to--
Hey, what are those?
Both of you guys are such pals.
You buy the kid backpacks,
take him on the merry-go-round.
Both of you guys is immigrants.
What, you gotta stick together?
So you be responsible for them.
You take care of them.
Because I want
nothing to do with you.
Not any one of you.
I don't need nothing
from anyone, you hear?
I don't need anybody.
It's about Michael Nguyen.
I understand
you're his caseworkers.
Is there anything wrong?
Some teachers have noticed Michael
going through the garbage can
at lunchtime.
The garbage?
Now, I did some checking, and it
seems that he does this every day.
He either scrounges around through
the trash can or he just doesn't eat.
Now, what's his guardian like,
this Mr. Clancy?
I'm sure he gives the boy
lunch money.
I mean, he's tight,
but he's not inhuman.
Well, something's happening
to the money.
I tried talking to him about it,
but he wouldn't say a word.
If you'd like to try, you can catch him
before tomorrow morning.
We'll do that. Thank you.
Look, don't you worry about it.
I know Clancy for years. He's:
But he cool off.
No.
He doesn't want us.
He hasn't wanted us
from the beginning.
- But why? Why is he like that?
- Because he's a jerk. That's why.
I mean, I love the guy,
but I can't stand him.
Get your things, Michael.
We'll find a place.
No. No, wait.
Look, I got room.
You take my room.
I sleep on the day bed.
No. That's very kind,
but we will make
our own arrangements.
I no do this out of no kindness.
You know, I have a fun day.
It was nice,
and I never had no kids before.
I wanted a kid, but I never had one.
Mr. Liggio.
- Guido.
- Guido.
I don't say these things
to offend you,
but my son and I are not a burden
to be transferred
from one man to another.
Mr. Clancy cannot give us to you.
Lan...
I no do this out of no pity
or because Clancy
gave you both to me.
I know I'm not blood...
Relation.
But I figured it takes more
than a blood connection
to make a family.
I'm a lonely man,
and all I have till you come
was card games with Clancy.
And we fight all the time.
Only because
we both lonely old men.
Only, he's too capa tosta,
hard-headed, to admit.
I had fun today,
and I figure we can have more fun
if we go out and eat together,
go to the ball games,
play checkers,
be friends.
I know we're not family,
but we could be almost like family.
You ain't got nobody.
I ain't got nobody.
But people got to have somebody.
So...
Why don't you give a try?
Two, three days?
Please?
Can we, Mother? I had fun too.
- You did?
- Yeah, I had fun.
As soon as I get a job,
we'll pay you for the room.
Good, good.
And for what we eat.
Sure, sure.
All right.
I had fun too.
What do you want?
Here.
- What's this?
- The kid's lunch money.
How you doing, Michael?
Oh, hello, Mr. Smith. Mr. Gordon.
Michael, did you just give your
lunch money to those kids over there?
No.
Look, Michael, you're living
in a free country now.
Those kids have no right
to take your money.
And if they do, you don't have
to be afraid to ask for help.
- Who will help me?
- We will.
Today. What about tomorrow?
And the day after that?
You'll be gone. They'll be here.
You can tell your teachers,
and if they can't stop it,
- you can always tell the police.
- I will tell no one.
I don't want troubles,
and I don't want my grandfather
to have trouble.
You know how you survive,
Mr. Smith?
You keep quiet. So I will keep quiet.
I have to go to school now.
- Let's go rip the lips off those kids.
- No, hold it. He's right.
Let's face it.
What happens when we're gone?
- You can't let them get away with it.
- I know that.
Come on.
Wouldn't you let me, just one time?
Mark.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
Hold your water.
Not interested.
Interested or not,
you're gonna talk to us.
I've finished with those two.
You wanna talk about them,
go see Guido.
I gave them to him.
What are you talking about,
you gave them to him?
That's right. I kicked them out.
Just like I'm kicking you out.
Now, go on, amscray.
Mr. Clancy, are you aware
that every day, your grandson
goes through the trash cans
for his lunch?
Trash cans?
What are you talking about?
I gave the kid his lunch money.
And every day a g*ng of kids
take it away from him.
Why didn't he say something?
- Why doesn't he fight back?
- Because he's afraid.
I'm not responsible
if the kid's a coward.
Oh, he wasn't afraid for himself.
He didn't fight back because the kids
said they'd do something to you.
He was afraid for you.
He'd rather eat garbage
- than have them hurt his grandfather.
- I'm not his grandfather.
Let me ask you a question.
How many people in your life ever
loved you as much as that boy does?
My son did.
Well, your son's dead.
Your grandson's alive.
And after everything you've done
to him, he still loves you that much.
And you gave him away.
What makes you so sure
he's gonna show up?
We got his Irish up.
See what I mean?
- Michael.
- Grandfather.
Where's the kids
been taking your money?
- No one takes my money.
- Don't lie to me.
I won't have any grandson of mine
eating garbage
on account of some punks.
It was these guys, wasn't it?
No. And you're not my grandfather.
You even said so,
so just leave me alone.
Now, you listen to me.
I am your grandfather,
and I don't wanna have you
lying to me.
Now, it was them, wasn't it?
Yes. But it doesn't matter.
Please don't--
You stay here. I'll take care of this.
You. You give that little kid
his money back, you hear me?
Hey, man, get your finger
out of my face before I cut it off.
Listen, I said you--
- Come on, let's go.
- No, no, just wait.
Old man, you gonna get hurt.
You leave my grandfather alone!
Get your hands off my grandson!
What happened,
the boss give them the stuff?
No, I did.
I didn't think he'd mind this time.
I like your style.
Yours too, of course.
Michael, you okay?
- Yeah, are you?
- Yeah.
How did we do that?
I don't know.
I mean, maybe it's like,
you know, those stories you hear.
A mother sees her kid
trapped under a car
and she loves that kid so much,
she gets this superhuman strength
and just lifts the car off.
Maybe that's what it was.
- No.
- Why do you say that?
Because you said
such strength comes from love.
Yeah.
Yeah, I did say that.
Michael, I've been mad at you.
I've been mad at everybody.
But it's not because of
anything you've done.
You see, I loved your daddy
more than anything in the world.
And when he got k*lled over there,
it was-Well, I--
I acted like you gotta
get over it and move on.
But you can't
get over something like that.
It's a pain, and it never leaves.
So I tried to block everything out.
And then you
and your mom came along,
and it made me remember him.
And all that pain came back,
and I didn't wanna feel it.
So I didn't want you around.
Because every time I looked at you,
I could see my Michael.
You know, you remind me
an awful lot of him, kid.
And when I look in your face,
it's like I can see Michael
looking back at me.
So I tried to shut you out,
because if I didn't do that,
I'd probably love you.
And it hurt too much to do that.
- You understand?
- No.
Neither do I.
That's nice, you know?
Reminds me of that line
in that movie.
- What movie?
- The one with Ryan O'Neal,
you know, where he says:
"Love means never
having to understand."
"Say you're sorry."
- For what?
- That's the line in the movie:
"Love means never
having to say you're sorry."
That's the stupidest thing
I ever heard.
- Grandfather?
- Yeah, kid?
Can Uncle Guido live with us too?
- Uncle Guido, that bum?
- Yeah, that bum.
I don't know. We'll think about it.
Maybe it'd be cheaper
to get one big place.
We'll talk it over with your mom.
You know, that bum Guido
still owes me bucks.
- He said you cheated him.
- I cheated him?
Yeah, he says you always
cheat at cards.
- He's senile.
- That's what he said about you.
Me? He's the one who put his teeth
in the garbage disposal.