Nothin's really been right since Sam the Lion died.

No, no it hasn't. Oh God, I get sad if I think of Sam for long. Did you know he had beautiful hands?

I guess you liked him, didn't you? Aw, I guess everybody did.

Well, I tell you, it was different with me, Sonny. I loved him. He loved me, too.

Are you - are you the one he used to take swimmin'? Out at the tank?

He told you about that, huh? Yeah, I was the one. I guess if it wasn't for Sam, I'd just about have missed it, whatever it is. I'd have been one of them Amity types that thinks that playin' bridge is about the best thing that life has to offer. Old Sam the Lion. Sam the Lion - you know, nobody knows where he got that name. I gave it to him. One night, well, it just came to me. He was so pleased. I was 22 years old then. Can you imagine? I'll tell you, Sonny, it's terrible to only meet one man in your whole life who knows what you're worth. Just terrible. I've looked, too. You wouldn't believe how I've looked.

Well, now I know why Sam liked you.

Loved me.

Loved ya, I mean.

Do you? Well, I can kinda see what he saw in you, too. Nope, I'll just go on home. Go on, get out.

Think I can - think I can learn to drink?

You might. You'd better keep on practicing.