who is it?
go way. i'll call a cop.
where the hell are you?
what do you want?
nicky comes on sunday's.
if it's you, what are you doing here?
it was rummy, not poker. but i'll take a chance and let you in.
get yourself something to eat.
five's not so many. there were families with seven kids. a grandmother. a dimwit uncle.
you know the answer to that.
they're only gonna lose.
the red sox are your problem. i never understood about you and the red sox. everybody rooted for the yankees.
it's one thing for kids. you get older, you nhave other things.
but the son is suppose to stop crying.
don't make me sit through one of your plays.
since when did that matter?
my back is killing me.
i can't find it.
i lost it. i lose everything.
so i know who i'm letting in.
`why doesn't he come live with us?' because everything is here.
i'm lucky they don't knock down the building. it could happen anytime. and everything worth remembering is right here.
you didn't think it was okay when you lived here. you wanted to get out so fast i thought you were running a marathon.
you tell your friends your father used to work the docks. callused hands. but you had an attitude when you were growing up that wasn't easy for your mother and me to understand.
so what are you going to do about it?
show him who we are.