[Ralph imagining he's in a jail cell; whispering
They're coming to get you, Phillips. They're coming to get you.
[Ralph crushes out a cigarette he was smoking, gets up and walks unafraid toward the door
[as he opens the door
You're gonna have to pay for this, Ralph Phillips!
[Fade back to his father standing at the door of Ralph's bedroom
Yeah, I'm sorry, son, but we're just gonna have to pay for that window out of our allowance.
Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean
Written by David T. Shaw
Arranged by Thomas A. Beckett
Played when Ralph emerges with the flag See more