Tom Quotes in Philadelphia, Here I Come!
They open the door. Ned hesitates and begins taking off the broad leather belt with the huge brass buckle that supports his trousers.
Ned: (shyly, awkwardly) By the way. Gar, since I’ll not see you again before you go –
Tom: Hi! What are you at? At least wait till you’re sure of the women!
Ned: (impatiently to Tom) Agh, shut up! (to Public) If any of them Yankee scuts try to beat you up some dark night, you can…(Now he is very confused and flings the belt across the room to Public.) You know… there’s a bloody big buckle on it… manys a get I scutched with it…
[…]
Ned: You’ll make out all right over there…have a…
Tom: I know that look in his eyes!
Ned wheels rapidly on Tom, gives him a more than playful punch, and says savagely:
Ned: Christ, if there’s one get I hate, it’s you!
Joe and Tom and big, thick, generous Ned . . . No one will ever know or understand the fun there was; for there was fun and there was laughing—foolish, silly fun and foolish, silly laughing; but what it was all about you can’t remember, can you? Just the memory of it—that’s all you have now—just the memory; and even now, even so soon, it is being distilled of all its coarseness; and what’s left is going to be precious, precious gold…
Tom Quotes in Philadelphia, Here I Come!
They open the door. Ned hesitates and begins taking off the broad leather belt with the huge brass buckle that supports his trousers.
Ned: (shyly, awkwardly) By the way. Gar, since I’ll not see you again before you go –
Tom: Hi! What are you at? At least wait till you’re sure of the women!
Ned: (impatiently to Tom) Agh, shut up! (to Public) If any of them Yankee scuts try to beat you up some dark night, you can…(Now he is very confused and flings the belt across the room to Public.) You know… there’s a bloody big buckle on it… manys a get I scutched with it…
[…]
Ned: You’ll make out all right over there…have a…
Tom: I know that look in his eyes!
Ned wheels rapidly on Tom, gives him a more than playful punch, and says savagely:
Ned: Christ, if there’s one get I hate, it’s you!
Joe and Tom and big, thick, generous Ned . . . No one will ever know or understand the fun there was; for there was fun and there was laughing—foolish, silly fun and foolish, silly laughing; but what it was all about you can’t remember, can you? Just the memory of it—that’s all you have now—just the memory; and even now, even so soon, it is being distilled of all its coarseness; and what’s left is going to be precious, precious gold…
