The thing is, I can’t afford to...
I can’t afford to pay the heat.
I’ve had to farm out my kids.
They keep cutting shifts down at the docks.
You just don’t get picked every day.
I sold everything I got to anybody who would buy.
I went on public assistance. I signed on at the relief office. They gave me 19 dollars.
I need another 18 dollars and 38 cents so I can pay the bill and get the kids back.
You know me well enough to know if I had anywhere else to go,
I wouldn’t be here.
If you could help me through this time, I sure would be grateful.
Sure, Jim. Sure.
Good luck.
Jim.
Jimmy.
Here you go, Jim.
Good luck, Jim.
I’m sorry, Joe. I didn’t... I’m sorry.
What in the hell do you have to be sorry about?
Jesus Christ, Jim.
How short are you?
About a dollar fifty.
OK.