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: It's not the dying that scares me, it's the killing.
: You bawling like a big baby 'cause you lost that ball game? Willie Morris
: What do you know about it? You didn't come you big liar. Leave me alone. Dink
: That's how it is, isn't it? You're a hero today, and then you're a goat tomorrow. Now I didn't come because games don't mean nothing to me anymore. Willie Morris
: It's not the game. It's Skip. He's gone for good. Dink
: For good? Now how do you know that? You some kind of fortune teller? Willie Morris
: I got mad at him and I hit him. And he ran away. Just like you ran away. Skip was never afraid of nothing. Dink
: You think I don't know what folks are saying? That old Dink's a coward? Huh? Well I know. And you know what? They're right. I got scared. And I ran. You think it was 'cause I was afraid of dying? Because I wished I was dead plenty of times. Willie Morris
: Then what was it? Dink
: It ain't the dying that scary, boy. It's the killing. Now look, that dog ain't lost. You just need to know where to find him. There's gotta be at least one place around here that you hadn't thought of to look at, right?
[Willy runs off to find Skip
] Jack Morris
: Sometimes he gets mad and says things he doesn't mean. He gets it from his mother. When I got back from Spain, I got into accounting. I figured I could hide behind a desk. I looked down, and I didn't so much as look up for a whole year. When I finally did, people weren't staring at me anymore. I guess they kind of forgot about it. Dink
: Well, Mr. Morris. You got a purple heart. I got a yellow stripe. You can trust me. They don't forget about cowards. Jack Morris
: Well, folks like to keep things small, Dink. Fit you into one pocket or the other. Give a man a label, and you never really need to get to know him. My son, he looks up to you, Dink. Not because you can run or throw a ball. You're his hero because you're his friend. And that's what he needs. A friend.
: [Dink arrives the wine storage
] I bet it ain't old Dink. Hey, need a jar of hooch, buddy? Millard, fetch a pint for Dink. Dink
: Listen, you boys need to get on out of here. Junior Smalls
: [turns to Willie
] This your buddy? You know how much he and that mongrel cost us tonight? Dink
: I said you need to get out of here. Junior Smalls
: Hey Millard, listen to who's talking? Mr. Hitler's best friend.
[Millard teases Dink, and Junior takes a shovel
] Junior Smalls
: And I think it's you who better get out of here. Dink
: [clutchs the shovel to take it away from Junior as he tries to hit him with it, and shoves Junior to the wall
] Get your moonshine and get the hell out of here. And I better never see you around here again, GOT THAT? Millard
: Come on Junior, let's go. Come on!
[Dink puts down the shovel
] Junior Smalls
: Yeah, it's getting too damn popular around here anyway. Dink
: [grabs Junior as he tries to walk away and shoves him to the wall again
] You better hope that dog lives.
: Haven't seen you around much. Dink
: Yeah, I've been pretty busy. Willie Morris
: I'm playing some ball now, ya know. Dink
: Oh yeah? That's good. Willie Morris
: Yeah. Right. Well, see ya. Dink, It's opening day. That's what they call the first game of the season, and well, I was sort of wondering if... I was hoping that maybe... you might come. Dink
: Yeah, sure kid. That'd be fine. Willie Morris
: Really? Ok, great! Well, I better get on down there. See ya! Dink
: Thanks for picking my number.