:13:14
Oh, hell. Time does go by.
:13:23
Here's that prescription.
:13:26
- How old are you now, son?
- Eleven. Almost 12.
:13:31
Old enough. Come with me.
:13:36
Come on.
:13:43
Relax, Eddie.
I'm not gonna bite you.
:13:46
Your troubles come from
always being tight and stiff.
:13:49
You take your asthma, for instance.
:13:55
- You know what a placebo is, Eddie?
- I gotta go.
:13:58
- It's water, with a squirt of camphor.
- No.
:14:03
Your mother is determined
that you're ill.
:14:07
You're caught in the middle.
:14:09
It's all a lie, a great big lie!
I do have asthma. I do!
:14:16
Sir?
:14:18
Your prescription.
:14:24
Nothing like a good pull
on the old lung-sucker, huh?
:14:28
Thank you.
:14:30
Junior, bring me a cigar.
:14:33
You know you can't have one, Granddad.
:14:38
Mr. Keene?
:14:43
Mr. Keene.
:14:44
Hello.
:14:46
- Cigar for the old man?
- I'm sorry, I don't have any.
:14:50
I'm Eddie Kaspbrak.
Sonia Kaspbrak's son?
:14:54
How about some licorice?
:14:56
I was always partial to licorice.