:41:43
- Well, now what do you want?
- That box you're sittin' on.
:41:50
- That's tough.
- It's just an apple box.
:41:53
- You could get another.
- I could.
:41:56
- Well?
- But I ain't.
:41:59
- Why not?
- I ain't so inclined.
:42:05
All right, I'll buy it off you.
What do you want?
:42:09
One pack of cigarettes? Two? Name it.
:42:14
If you showed me a hundred-dollar bill,
you couldn't have this box.
:42:18
What the hell is eatin' you?
:42:24
12 years I've known you, Stroud.
:42:26
12 years, sun up and sun down, I've had
to look at that frozen mug of yours.
:42:30
And in all that time, never so much
as a how-de-do out of you.
:42:33
I try to treat you decent,
cos you got no bed of roses.
:42:36
So I put my head on the block
and I dummy up about the birds.
:42:39
Did you say thanks, my boy?
Did just once you say thanks?
:42:43
Or maybe I just didn't hear you.
You're a soft speaker.
:42:46
You want a pop bottle.
You want a pop bottle.
:42:48
Do I hear maybe
the word "please" someplace?
:42:51
Or could I be goin' deaf?
:42:53
"Hand over the box" says you,
:42:56
like you was the tsar of Russia
or somebody.
:42:59
You get this. I may be just a uniform
to you, but you got no patent on feelings.