Boys Town

not change for thine
- Here, let me help you, gimpy.
- No, that's all right. I can do it alone.

- Come on...
- Let me alone.

I don't need any help, I tell you.
I can manage.

What's the matter with that lug?
I was only trying to help him.

For a smart guy, you're an awful sap.
- Whitey, gimme a piggyback?
- I ain't helping nobody.

He didn't mean any harm, Tony.
I know that, Father.
That's a good idea.
I do it myself sometimes.

Do you suppose I'll ever have any sense?
Why, sure, Tony, you've got a lot of sense.
Of course, you have to exercise it,
so it'll grow.

People will always be trying to help me.
- I want to do things myself.
- And why not?

I'm counting on you to be
the Mayor of Boys Town.

They want a fellow
who's good at football and baseball.

Somebody they can cheer.
Tony, there's a true story about a man...
who was very ill for a long time.
But he had courage, he got well.
People began to cheer him
for a lot of things.

And he became
the President of the United States.

And I only want to be
the Mayor of Boys Town, someday.

- Good night, Tony.
- Good night, Father.