My girl is worried about you.
We were talking about you
when that kid spilled that drink on her.

She says you're not drinking
but you're getting drunk anyway.

Anybody that can do that
has got a problem.

- It's a funny thing, isn't it?
- Very funny.

It's worse at night, isn't it?
I think maybe it's suddenly not having
a lot of enemies to hate anymore.

Maybe it's because for four years
we've been focusing our mind on...

On one little peanut.
The win-the-war peanut.
That was all. Get it over.

Eat that peanut.
All at once, no peanut.
Now we start looking at each other again.
We don't know
what we're supposed to do.

We don't know
what's supposed to happen.

We're too used to fighting.
But we just don't know what to fight.
You can feel the tension in the air.
A whole lot of fight and hate
that doesn't know where to go.

Guy like you maybe starts hating himself.
:25:21 of these days maybe
we'll all learn to shift gears.

Maybe we'll stop hating
and start liking things again, huh?

What sort of an artist are you?
I did a mural once in a post office
for the WPA.

Oh, a lot of fine artists came from there.
I thought at first
he was just plain screwy.

Then suddenly I changed my mind.
He was easy to talk to.

I don't remember
exactly what we talked about...

... but I remember we talked
a lot about baseball.

I think he must have been
on a newspaper or something.

We were still talking
when his girl came back.

They wanted me to go out,
eat with them. That seemed all right.