i wouldn't think so. i teach out in brooklyn.
yeah, twice.
all right.
i was up here twice before. once with a friend of mine and once i came up alone. the last time.  do you see that girl in the gray dress sitting over there?
well, the last time i was up here, that's where i sat. i sat there for an hour and a half, without moving a muscle. now and then, some fellow would sort of walk up to me and then change his mind. i'll never forget just sitting there for an hour and a half with my hands in my lap. then i began to cry, and i had to get up and go home.
this is something recent with me, this bursting into tears at the least thing.
i'm having a very good time, too.
you're a very nice guy, and i don't know why some girl hasn't grabbed you off long ago.
i'm twenty-nine years old. how old are you?
benjamin franklin high school.
thank you.
yes, i know.
yes, i know.
there's nothing wrong with being a butcher.
i don't.
it's my feeling that you really want to buy this shop, marty.
marty, i know you for three hours, but i know you're a good butcher. you're an intelligent, sensitive, decent man. i have a feeling about you like sometimes a kid comes in to see me for one reason or another. and some of these kids, marty, in my classes, they have so much warmth in them, so much capacity. and that's the feeling i get about you.
if you were one of my students, i would say, "go ahead and buy the butcher shop. you're a good butcher."
i think anything you want to do, you'll do well.
yes, i am.
i really should get home.
i really should get home, i told my father.  well, i suppose a little while longer. i wonder if there's any place around here i could put some makeup on.
it's really a fine opportunity for me. but i'm not sure i want to be a department head. it's mostly executive and administrative work. well, anyway, i told you about my father, and he depends on me a great deal, and.
well, that's what i was saying. my father is getting old. and we're very close. he's a wonderful man, really.
i'm afraid of being lonely.
actually, i don't make friends easily.
yes, i know.
no, thank you. i don't think i should stay very long.
oh, i'm fine.
maybe that would be a good idea.
no, marty, please.
marty.
no.
no.
marty.
i just didn't feel like it, that's all.
i'd like to see you again. very much. the reason i didn't let you kiss me was because i just didn't know how to handle the situation. you're the kindest man i ever met. the reason i tell you this is because i want to see you again very much. i know that when you take me home, i'm going to just lie on my bed and think about you. i want very much to see you again.
nothing.
i'd like that very much.
i'll wait for your call.
all right.
nothing.
no, mrs. pilletti. we were just going home. thank you very much anyway.
no, thank you, really, mrs. pilletti.
couldn't she find some sort of hobby to fill out her time?
you mustn't feel too harshly against her daughter-in-law. she also wants to have a house to clean and a family to cook for.
well, i don't know the people, of course, but as a rule, i don't think a mother-in-law should live with a young couple.
i don't think a mother should depend so much upon her children for her rewards in life.
it's silly of me to argue about it. i don't know the people involved.
it was very nice meeting you, mrs. pilletti. i hope i'll see you again.
goodnight, mrs. pilletti.
how do you do?
we just live one flight up.
okay.
call me about two-thirty, because i won't be home from my aunt's till about then.
okay.