Sykes: Say, back there in Starbuck. How'd my boy do?
Pike: Your boy? Crazy Lee?
Sykes: Yeah, C.L., Clarence Lee, my daughter's boy. Not too bright, but a good boy.
Pike: Why didn't you tell me he was your grandson?
Sykes: Well, you had enough things on your mind; besides he had to pull his own weight just like the rest of us. I just wanted to make sure he didn't let you down: run when things got hot. Huh? Huh?
Pike: No, he did fine... just fine.
Copy quote link to Clipboard
  »   More Quotes from
  »   More Quotes from
  »   Back to the