Most scenes together: Phil Burbank & George Burbank (6)
Did you write to the old lady?
Yeah, I dropped them both a line.
Did you say something about Rose?
Rose. Yeah well, you and I know what the old lady would feel if she thought you were getting mixed up with her. She'd likely have a hemorrhage.
The old lady would feel as one Mrs. Burbank would for another Mrs. Burbank.
Come again?
We were married Sunday. She got rid of her property in Beech.
I just came over here to speak about something.
His Nibs will be joining us for dinner. And the old gent and the old lady.
Well sir, ain't we going into society.
No. I like to hear Rose play.
Well, old timer, what is it? What's in the noodle?
Well... Phil... I... I just...
Go on, spit it out.
It's just... about His Nibs, the governor.
Alright.
And er... it's not so much about His Nibs... but er, his wife, actually. I was thinking, His Nibs probably wouldn't mind so much. But... his missus might.
Might what, for dear Christ's sake?
Well, it's sort of a hard thing... to say. She might mind if you come to the table without a wash up.
I was looking for you.
Well, you found me.
Everyone's here. We're just about to eat. They were asking after you.
Really?
Yes, we're counting on your conversation. I wanted to apologize for what I said...
You two can keep your apologies to yourself, I'm not coming.
And what will I say? The Old Lady wants to see you, they've both come a long way.
Then you tell them the truth. That I stink and I like it!
Rose isn't well, Phil. She's ill.
Not well? It is high time that bozo and you got next to a few... whatever you call them? Facts! She stashes alcohol all around the place, even drinking in the stinking alley. Look at your face in the mirror! Is it that she could like? Or our money? WAKE! THE HELL UP!
That's enough, Phil. Well, what is the harm? The hides were only going to be burned.
Well, I apologize. [walks away]
They were MINE! I needed them!
What you said about her boy tonight, Phil. It made her cry.
She had her ear to the door?
She was crying, Phil.
Well, hell. The boy had to snap out of it and get human. Just pointed it out, is all. She should damn well know.
How come you don't wear gloves?
How 'bout 'cause they're not needed... . Castrate fifteen hundred head, then nick your thumb on the last.
Is something wrong, Phil?
Wrong? For Christ's sake. Every goddamn hide is gone! Oh, she really put her foot in it this time!
You think she did it? She sold them?
Bloody tootin'. Or maybe even gave them away.
W-why? Why would she do that, Phil? She knew we needed the hides.
Because she was drunk! Pie eyed, she was smashed! I think you'd know from the books your pa left you, that your ma's got... . uhhh whatchamacallit alcoholic personality? It comes under the letter A!
You're not going to say anything to her?
Say anything? I won't say nothin'. But sure as one good hell brother George is going to.
You got a sore gut?
No.
It looks it pains you to hit two words together.
Well, brother Phil, we had such a nice trip.
I'm not your brother. You're a cheap schemer.
What is it, George?
I just want to say... how nice it is not to be alone.
You didn't play? Sure did practice a terrible lot. She wouldn't think there was that much difference between a cinema pit and a dinner party.
Well, well. Ain't them purdy? I wonder, what little lady made these?
"Deliver my soul from the sword. My darling from the power of the dog."
So, to us brothers, Romulus and Remus, and the wolf who raised us. Bronco Henry. El Lupo.
Bronco Henry told me that a man was made by patience in the odds against him.
