Boys Town

carpenter shops.
We've got printing presses, farming.

I think you might like farming.
It's good for you.

Keep you out in the open,
put hair on your chest.

If you think you'll make a plow jockey
out of me, you got another thing coming.

Now, look, Whitey, in a pinch
I can be tougher than you are...

and I guess maybe this is the pinch.
You're coming with me to Boys Town...
because that's the way
your brother wants it.

And that's the way I want it.
My arm!
My poor arm. You broke my arm.
You better get me to a hospital.
I can't go nowhere.

My arm, poor broken arm.
- Well, let's see. Where does it hurt?
- Take it easy.

- Where is it? Right here?
- Yeah, right there.

Well, I guess we can fix that...
Now, why don't you stop
acting like a kid, Whitey?

- Hello, Father.
- Hello, Mo. Hello, Paul.

- Hello, Father.
- How's everything, Mo?

- It couldn't be better. Everything's jake.
- Good, that's cheerful.

Whitey, this is Mo Kahn,
our second baseman and barber.

Mo, this is Whitey Marsh.
- Hello.
- Hi, eagle-beak.

I'm going to have trouble.
Say, where are you from?
You probably got that big schnoz
sticking it into somebody else's business.

- It's coming.
- Come on, boys. Come on now. Hurry up.

- Say, how far is this place from Omaha?
- About 10 miles.

Ten miles?
What? Are we stuck out at this place
all the time? We never get into town?