Pari helpohkoa.
-Who are you?
-Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood.
-More dead men.
-They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
-I always thought you might have helped yourself to that million bucks. But now I know. Yeah, you're on your ass worse than ever.
-But I thought it was you who...
-No, you thought wrong. The suitcase was empty.
-Then who took it?
-That's what I've been asking myself for 35 years.
-I'm 32, Mr. Dunn, and I'm here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I've been doing since 13, and according to you, I'll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month, may be the God's simple truth. Other truth is, my brother's in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy's dead, and my momma weighs 312lbs. If I was thinking straight, I'd go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I'm too old for this, then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?