In the summer of 1942...
...my father drove my brother, Arty, and me to Yonkers, New York...
...to visit our grandmother for the first time in two years.
Mom died about three months ago, we're at war with Germany and Japan...
...and Pop was nervous because Grandma didn't like him much.
And the feeling was mutual.
This trip had all the signs of a disaster, even bigger than Pearl Harbor.
Boy, it's hot! Could I open this window, Pop?
It's broken. Don't fool around. It's not my car.
lt'd be breezier if we went faster.
You go faster, you use more gas. It's rationed, there's a war on.
Don't bother me.
-What'll it be? -Three gallons.
-Stamp book? -Here.
Is the bathroom in there? I'm going to the bathroom.
You can stretch, but no playing. It's dusty around here.
Can we get a Coke?
Grandma has a candy store, doesn't she? You'll get plenty of soda there.
That's the third time he stopped to pee. That's what Grandma does to him.
She makes him pee?
Know what she used to do to Aunt Bella?
Grandma hit her on the head every time she did something stupid.
If she dropped a spoon, whacko!
If she tore her stocking, whacko!
They used to call her Whacko in high school.
-Aunt Bella went to high school? -A little.
She missed the first year because she couldn't find it.
Boys! In the dirt?
Even though it was 98 degrees outside, you could feel a chill in the air...
...as we got near the house where Grandma lived.
I'm sure glad Arty and l never grew up here.
Wipe your face. You got perspiration all over.
She doesn't like sweating?
You two wait in the store, I have to have a talk with Grandma first.
Don't touch anything, because Grandma knows where everything is.
Not a pretzel, not a Tootsie Roll, nothing, you understand?
Yes, Pop.
I don't know where Aunt Bella is. Don't let her make you anything.
You want an ice cream or a soda, Grandma's the one who says yes.
Yes, Pop.
No jokes about Aunt Bella, you hear me?
-I hear you. -We hear you.
All right. I'll call you in a few minutes.
Look.
Come here. Look, my favorite.
How could Pop torture us like this? His own kids?
You touch one thing in here, that German cane'll come flying down and whacko...
...you'll be back in kindergarten.
It would be worth it.
Bella, you wanna make the rounds with us?
I'm not in the garbage business, thank you.
-Looking pretty snazzy today. -Don't say anything. Just walk right by.
When we gonna take that walk down to the river?
Don't talk to me that way, Danny Petrillo. You little punk kid.
You punks should be in school instead of smoking cigarettes.
You behave yourself, hear me?
Thanks for asking.
This one looks like Pop.
This is Uncle Louie.
This is Aunt Bella, I guess. Looked a little goofy, even then.
And this one's Aunt Gert.
The one that can't breathe too good?
Ever notice there's something wrong with everyone on Pop's side of the family?
Mom told me that.
-How come Aunt Gert can't breathe? -I don't know. She can't....
She can't talk right.
She says the first half of a sentence breathing out, the second half sucking in.
-You've seen it. -Do it for me.
Pop'll hear it. He said no jokes, didn't he?
Only about Aunt Bella.
Come on. Show me how Aunt Gert sucks in her sentences.
"Hello, Jay. How are you?
"How's your father and how's your little brother, Arty?"
I love it when you do that.
I once saw her try to blow out a candle, and halfway there she sucked it back on.
There's Aunt Bella. Where's she going?
She probably forgot where she lives.
Aunt Bella, where are you going?
-What? -Aren't you coming in?
I'm glad you called me. I was daydreaming.
I would've walked right into the ocean.
What are you kids doing here? It's after 6:00. We're closed.
It's Jay and Arty, Aunt Bella. Your nephews?
My God! It's Jay and Arty. My nephews!
I thought you weren't coming until Saturday.
It is Saturday.
I know that. Jay, Arty! It's so good to see you.
Give your Aunt Bella a kiss.
Come here, you.
Come on outside. I wanna get a better look at you.
I wanna see how big you've both gotten.
Stand there.
No. There. In the size places.
Look at you.
The both of you got so much bigger.
You're growing up so fast, it almost makes me cry.
Where's your father? I haven't seen him in so long.
He's upstairs talking to Grandma.
I better not disturb them, then. Did she ask for me?
I don't know.
-Did you tell her I was here? -No, you just got here.
-Did you tell her where I went? -We didn't know where you went.
I went to the movies. Don't tell Grandma.
I saw this picture with Bette Davis and George Brent. You know the one?
No.
It was Bette Davis and George Brent.
And they had air conditioning. I was actually cold.
I felt so happy for those actors to be in an air-conditioned theatre.
I don't think the actors feel it. They're just pictures on the screen.
No, I know that, silly.
They'd be happy to know that the people watching the movie...
...were nice and cool, so we enjoy the movie better.
-Right. -Sure.
I bet I know what would make you two cool in a second.
What about a big ice-cream sundae deluxe with everything on it?
That's it. Come on. I'll make them for you.
The thing is, Pop said we shouldn't have anything.
-Not anything. Right, Arty? -I don't remember.
Your father, he never takes anything from anybody.
I couldn't even give your mother a cup of coffee. Did you know that?
-Where is your mother, anyway? -She's dead. Mom is dead.
Yeah, I know.
I mean, where is she buried?
At Mount Israel Cemetery in the Bronx. You were at the funeral, remember?
-You mean the first time? -What do you mean?
When I came in the car and not the bus.
The bus?
That was somebody else.
Sometimes my mind wanders.
The kids at school used to say:
"Lost and Found called and said, 'Come and get your brains'."
Except I didn't really think that was so funny.
I was really sad about your mother.
Boy, I bet you miss her.
It is such a shame she couldn't have had more children.
-She didn't, did she? -No.
I didn't think so.
My mother had six children. Did you know that?
There was me and your father...
...and Gert and Louie...
...and Aaron and Rose...
...who died when they were both very little.
And then, in between, my father died, when my mother was pregnant with me.
-Is that all right to say to boys? -Sure.
So I never met my father.
But, boy, I still loved him.
Because I know he would've taken care of me...
...the way your father takes care of you. Know what I mean?
Right.
How old do you think I am?
Take a guess. Arty, come on.
I don't know, about 35?
35?
Wrong. You are so wrong.
You're so far off it's not even funny.
I'm 36.
-But I don't even look it, do I? -No.
Two deluxe hot-fudge sundaes...
...with everything on them.
Dig in, boys.
Pop didn't want us to have anything yet.
He didn't want to upset Grandma. We should wait.
What do you mean wait? They're done.
They're starting to melt already. Look at Arty drooling.
We really do want them, but Pop said--
No, wait.
This is the last time I'm asking, yes or no? This is the final call.
-Maybe later. -Not later. It's too late.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
You just hurt my feelings. Both of you.
I know you miss your mother...
...but that's no reason for you to be disrespectful to me.
I loved your mother always, whether she took coffee from me or not.
And you can tell your father that for me. I am so sick of this!
I'm just sick of it!
You see why I don't like to come here too much?
Where's Aunt Bella? I thought I just heard her.
-She's out there. -Is she all right?
How do you know when she's all right?
I told you, no remarks about Aunt Bella.
Go on upstairs and wait for me. We have to talk.
Go on!
Move!
-You okay, honey? -All I wanted to do was make them happy.
They had no right to treat me that way.
Eddie!
It's so good to see you.
It's good to see you, too, Bella. Listen, honey.
Momma needs you to rub her legs. They're hurting again.
-They only hurt when I come home. -Be nice to her, please. Especially today.
-Can we have a talk? -I promise--
-A long one? -After you're done. I promise.
Then we had our talk with Pop.
He told us how he'd gone broke spending all his money on Mom's hospital bills.
And how he had to borrow $9,000 from a loan shark.
And that he had a year to pay it back, which he couldn't do in 10 years.
Then he told us he got a job selling scrap iron to build ships and tanks...
...and that maybe he could make back that $9,000 in just a year.
The factories I would sell to are in the South.
Kentucky, Louisiana, Texas. I'd be gone about 10 months.
Staying in hotels, buses, trains, anyplace I can find a room.
And we'd be free and clear in less than a year.
That's great, Pop.
Now the question comes...
...where do you two live while I'm gone?
-God, it's hot in here. -Please don't make us live here.
I have no choice. I gave up the apartment today.
-Gave it up? -They raised the rent.
Everybody wants to make money off this war.
Grandma wouldn't be happy with us. We're slobs.
Arty's always breaking things.
Remember when I broke the good water pitcher?
And the ink stains on the sofa? All mine. I'm dangerous.
Listen to me, both of you.
She hasn't said yes, positively yet.
She's old, set in her ways, and worried about people being around Bella.
Me, too.
She'll come out, she'll talk to you, and she'll see how it goes.
If she says no, I can't take this job.
It's up to you to convince her that you won't be any trouble...
...and that you really wanna live here. Can you do that?
What?
-She's so mean to me. -She's not. She's just old.
Can't you come and live with us? I miss you so much.
I have to go away for a while, but I got some good news for you.
You know who's gonna stay here if Momma says yes? Arty and Jay.
Won't that be nice?
Yes.
Momma's thinking about it now.
Why don't you go to your room for a while?
No, I wanna stay here with you!
It'd be easier if Momma and the boys--
-I'm staying with you. -Oh, God. All right, okay.
Here.
You sit down right here.
But you gotta be very quiet. We don't wanna get Momma upset.
Fix your tie, Jay. Straighten your collar, Arty.
And stand up straight, both of you.
So?
Hello, Grandma.
I know you haven't seen the boys in a long time, Ma.
They wanted to come, but their mother was so sick.
They've grown up, haven't they?
-This is the little one? -Yes, Arthur.
He's two years younger than Jay.
And this one I remember more. This one looks like his mother.
-What's the matter with your eyes? -My eyes?
Nothing. I have a little allergy.
-You were crying, maybe? -Me? No, I never cry.
Big boys shouldn't cry.
I know. I haven't cried in years. A couple times when I was a baby.
They're strong kids. Both of them.
-Jacob, eh? -Yes, but they call me Jay.
No, I don't like Jay. Jacob is a name.
Sure, Jacob is fine.
And Arthur?
Arthur, but they call me Arty.
I don't call you Arty.
Sure, I love Arthur. It's like King Arthur.
-You go to school? -Yeah.
Yes. I go to the same school as Jacob.
-Which one is the smart one? -They both do very well in--
No. They tell me.
Which one is the smart one?
Jacob is.
He gets A's in everything. I'm better at sports.
-Sports? -Baseball? Football?
You play in the mud, the dirt?
You come home with filthy shoes and mark the floor?
Never. I clean them off at the field.
I bring a brush and shine them up on the bench.
Tell me now. Why do you want to live with Grandma?
Why don't you tell Grandma, Jacob?
Because when Pop said we had the opportunity to live here with you...
...our only living grandmother, and our only living Aunt Bella...
...I thought the family should sort of...
...stick together, now that our country's at war with Germ--
Japan, and that....
I also think that.... No, that's all.
And this is the smart one?
I thought he said that very well, Momma.
What about this King Arthur? Why do you want to live with Grandma?
Because we have no place else to go.
He knows what he wants to say.
I think maybe this is the smart one.
All right. So, now Grandma will tell you why she doesn't think...
...that you should live with her.
This house is no place for boys.
I'm an old woman. I don't like noise.
Don't like people in my house. I had six children once, don't need more.
-Can I just say something? -No, I just say something.
Why should I do this? What do I owe your father?
When did he ever come after he married your mother?
I never saw him. She turned him against me, his own mother.
She didn't like me. I didn't like her.
I'm not afraid to tell the truth, either.
He cried in my bedroom.
Not like a man, like a child cried.
It was always that way.
I buried a husband and two children, and I didn't cry.
Didn't have time.
Bella was born with scarlet fever...
...and until she was 5 years old she didn't talk, and I didn't cry.
And her sister, Gertrude, can't talk without choking, and I didn't cry.
Maybe one day they'll find Louie dead in the street...
...and I won't cry.
That's how I was raised, to be strong.
You don't survive in this world without being like steel.
You think I'm cruel?
That I'm a terrible person?
That a grandmother should talk like this? That's good.
Make you hard, make you strong.
Then you learn how to take care of yourselves...
...and you don't need anybody's help.
So, that's my decision. Maybe someday you'll thank me for it.
Give the boys an ice-cream cone, and then come inside and rub my legs.
No. You're right, Momma. I am the weak one, the cry-baby.
You're wrong about one thing. Evelyn never turned me against you.
She turned me towards her. To loving, to caring.
I am sorry about not bringing the boys out here more.
Maybe I didn't because I was afraid they'd learn something I tried to forget.
Maybe they just learned it today.
Never mind the ice-cream cone. Maybe some other time.
Come on, boys. We're going.
I said, let's go!
Arty! We'll have dinner another night, okay?
Why don't you go home, pack your things, and I'll get your bedroom ready?
Thank you anyway, but Momma and I just decided--
Don't forget your toothbrushes, 'cause we don't carry them in the store.
Each of you bring something from your house you love...
...even if it's big. We'll make room.
Enough! This is not your business!
And a picture of your mother? We can put it here.
It'd be the last thing you see at night...
...and the first thing you see in the morning.
This is so exciting!
Sei still! They're going, and that's the end of it!
They're not, they're staying. If you make them go, I'm gonna go, too.
I said that a thousand times, but I mean it.
The home would take me. You're always telling me that.
If I go, you're gonna be all alone, and you're scared to be alone.
Nobody knows that but me.
But you don't have to be, because we'll all be together now.
You and me and Jay and Arty. Won't that be fun?
"Dear Pop: We finished our first week with Grandma and we're still alive.
"Glad you like Washington, D.C.
"If you happen to see Abraham Lincoln, ask him to free the slaves in Yonkers.
"Just kidding."
Squeeze the sponge!
Up here. Go slow. Right to the edge.
No. Drier. Squeeze!
That's very good, but get under it.
You are the most stupid boy!
You are so horrible! You are driving me crazy!
-May I sometimes come here? -Of course.
We could talk about your child.
Our child.
Thank you.
And will you be happy, Charlotte?
Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the starsl
-Hi, Johnny. -Hi, Bella.
Did you like the picture?
Why not? It's my fourth time. I bet I got the record.
No, I do. I seen it 12 times.
I cry at the ending every time, do you?
No, I never saw the ending. I always have to start cleaning up.
-I'll tell it to you sometime. -Okay.
If you're not gonna be too long, I could wait. We could take a walk.
Yeah, sure. Except I walk the other way.
That's right.
I'll see you soon, then.
Good night, Johnny.
You look nice in that dress.
Thanks.
You look nice in that uniform.
I wish there was a way to get some money to help Pop.
I don't mean kid money. I mean real money.
What if one night we cut off Grandma's braids...
...and sold them to the Army for barbed wire?
Jay, Arty, you asleep?
Good!
Something so wonderful is happening to me.
Except I can't tell you what it is.
But you two, you're my good luck charms.
You think I don't hear you coming up the stairs?
-You think I don't know where you been? -I just been to the movies.
You waste your life in these movies.
And then you throw money away on these movie magazines.
You fill your head with dreams that don't happen to people like us.
-Sometimes they do! -Never.
Give me that magazine. I don't want that trash in my house.
Momma, please don't do this to me in front of the boys.
What do I care what the boys see?
Give me that trash!
You give it to me!
When I'm dead, you can buy your own magazines.
No, I won't. Because when you're dead, you'll still take it from me.
You like to pay my electric bill?
You try cutting off my braids, you get your fingers chopped off.
"Dear boys:
"Somewhere in Alabama, God knows where.
"Doing pretty good business, but had a minor setback last week.
"The doctor said I had an irregular heartbeat.
"But don't worry. I feel fine.
"And the harder I work, the quicker we'll all be together. Love, Pop."
You knew I wouldn't forget your birthday, Aaron.
Aaron, these are Eddie's boys, Jay and Arty.
They're your nephews, even though they're older than you are.
We all just came out to say happy birthday, Aaron.
You can say it to him if you want.
Happy birthday, Aaron.
Happy birthday.
See you in September, Rose.
So long, Pop.
I know we're finally gonna meet some day. I love you.
Thanks for coming. I'm sure Aaron enjoyed that.
Do you always come here alone?
Your Aunt Gert comes sometimes and your father came once.
Grandma never comes. And your Uncle Louie can't.
-Why not? -On account of the work he does.
-What kind of work? -He's a....
What do they call that? He's a bagman.
What's a bagman?
He collects money from people and then he puts it in this bag.
Then he gives it to this man, who pays him for doing it.
-I think he's a gangster. -Uncle Louie is?
No. The man he works for. Uncle Louie's just his hunchback.
-His hunchback? -Yeah, I think so.
-Do you mean "henchman"? -Yes, that's it.
-Does Grandma know? -Grandma knows everything.
Even about him being a hunchback.
-How's business, kid? -It's okay.
-You know a Louie Kurnitz? -Yeah, he's my uncle.
-You see him around? -No, not since I've been here.
When he comes around, you let me know.
I got some of these, with bigger numbers on it.
Some guys were looking for Uncle Louie. They gave me a dollar.
I get half, right?
They look like killers to me. I wonder what they want.
You two want to talk, you sit down and buy something.
-Don't annoy my customers! -I was just going.
I wonder what those guys would give us for Grandma?
I can't stay here very long.
Momma would never believe it if I told her I got lost going to the bank.
That's okay.
You look a little sad.
-Is anything wrong? -No.
Yes, it is. I can see it in your eyes.
You can tell me. I'm your friend, Bella.
-I know who you are. -I know that you know.
So why can't you tell me?
I want to join the Army.
The Army? Our Army?
Yeah. But they wouldn't take me.
I couldn't pass the....
Whatever they give you, I couldn't pass it.
-I'm kind of glad. -You are?
Sure. 'Cause if you were in the Army, I would miss you.
I'd miss you, too.
Good.
'Cause now we won't have to miss each other, 'cause we'll be together.
-I'm not gonna be an usher all my life. -I know. You told me.
Do you know what color my eyes are?
No, what?
-You're looking right at them. -I'm a little color blind.
-You have beautiful eyes. -No. Men don't have beautiful eyes.
Yes, they do. Don't tell me.
Wanna kiss me?
Yeah, I do. I really would.
-Then kiss me. -I will.
I mean now, today. Sometime today.
We've done it before, you know.
Are you gonna put your arms around me, or not?
-Don't tell me how to do it. I know how. -Then do it, don't say you're gonna.
I said okay.
Okay, that's enough.
I can't breathe.
I have to breathe.
Okay, that's enough for today.
I don't know why they wouldn't take you in the Army!
Married? You're getting married?
Not so loud! You want Grandma to hear you?
Why do you think I'm telling you down here for?
-You're really getting married? -Have you found anyone yet?
What do you mean, have I found anyone yet?
Of course I found someone.
His name is Johnny. He's an usher at the Bijou.
Jay, Arty, I have never been so happy in my whole life.
How come he's not in the Army?
They wouldn't take him on account of his handicap.
-What handicap? -A reading handicap.
-You mean he has bad eyes? -No.
He just has trouble learning things, the way I did.
He even went to a special school for a while.
He was in the home once.
The one Grandma's always telling me I'm gonna go to if I'm not a good girl.
-How old is he? -He's 30, maybe 40.
But he's so handsome.
And he doesn't wanna be an usher forever, either.
One day he wants to open up his own restaurant with me.
I would be the cook and he would be the manager.
Could he manage a restaurant if he couldn't read the menus?
I would help him out.
But the only thing is, he doesn't make a lot of money...
...and we would need about $5,000 to open up a restaurant.
I don't know if Grandma would give it to me. Do you?
I don't think she'll let you go to the movies anymore.
Your mother has $5,000?
Yes. She's got more than that. She's got $10,000 or $15,000.
I'm not supposed to tell anybody.
Where does she keep it? In the bank?
No. She keeps it right here in the house somewhere.
She changes the hiding place every year.
Not even Gert or Louie or your father knows where it is.
There. We got all the laundry up.
Stupid Dummkopf.
Let's take them all down before it gets any wetter than it is.
This always happens to me.
$15,000? That's a lot of money!
Promise me you won't tell Grandma that I told.
I promise!
She and I have very short conversations.
I know I can trust you boys.
You know what? I even thought of a name for the restaurant:
La Bella Johnny.
-That's nice. -You like it?
I just hope he can read it.
Wait till Grandma meets Johnny. He'll be back in the home in a week.
Where would someone like Grandma hide her money?
-You're not thinking of stealing it? -No. What if we just borrowed it?
I'd just love to send Pop an envelope with $9,000.
-Who would he think sent it to him? God? -No. He had an uncle in Poland who died.
We could say he left the money to Pop in his will.
Do you think the Germans would let some Jew in Poland send $9,000...
...to some Jew in Alabama?
I searched the house whenever Grandma was out.
You stay there.
Come on.
And then I thought, "The candy store."
Quiet.
You don't want Grandma to hear.
You look under the candy counter. I'll look under the ice-cream cones.
Get me a chocolate cone with sprinkles.
Shut up, will you?
That's breaking and entering. Two to five years.
-Who's that? -Get that light off my face!
What do you want? There's nothing for you to steal in here.
-Is that you, Jay? -Yeah.
-And Arty? -Yeah. Who are you?
It's your Uncle Louie. What do you know?
A couple of big guys now, ain't you?
You been sitting here long?
Since Ma closed up the store. I been waiting for her to go to sleep.
Nobody told us you were coming.
Nobody knew. It was a big surprise, even for me.
Come here. Give me a hug.
You heard me.
Move it!
A couple of middleweights, huh?
Are you staying tonight?
A couple of days. Maybe a week. They're painting my apartment.
You didn't know that?
They just found the right color. It's hard to find with the war on.
If you kids steal ice cream in the middle of the night you're gonna be sorry.
Take it from me.
Your pop and me, we used to do the same thing when we was kids.
We never took anything during the day. No candy, no ice cream.
But when Ma let her braids down, and turned out the lights...
...we was down there lapping up the cream like a couple of cats.
'Cause the fun was in out-smarting Ma.
Because she was quick.
She could tell if there was salt missing from a pretzel.
The next morning at breakfast, she would just stare at me.
Right into my eyeballs, pupil to pupil, never blinking.
Her eyes looked like two district attorneys.
But I would just stare right back at her until she looked away from me.
Down for the count.
Yeah, me and Ma.
We used to love to put on the gloves and go the distance.
What?
What is it? This?
Don't worry about it. I'm just holding it for a friend.
This cop I know, he's on a camping trip with his kids.
He don't want no accidents.
Is it loaded?
I hope not. If it goes off now, I have to become a ballerina.
I never knew a policeman could lend his gun to someone.
You got a real smart brother there. Did you know that, Arty?
You're right, Jay. It's my gun.
I'm a bodyguard for a very important, very prominent political figure.
It's kind of like being an FBl man, only they call it something else.
You mean a henchman?
Who told you stories like that? Jay?
No, I swear it.
Don't you ever repeat that word to anyone again.
I didn't mean to say it. I was thinking of "hunchback."
We got a couple of jokers here.
Don't try to pull my leg, it might come off in your hands.
Let's discuss a little business.
I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and work for me?
$5 a week, split between you. Cash on the barrel.
Yeah, sure.
There's your first week's pay, boys.
Where?
In Jay's pocket, that's where. Go ahead and look.
A $5 bill. How'd you do that?
These hands was touched by genius.
I could've been a concert violinist, but the handkerchief kept falling off my neck.
-What? -Too fast for you? Never mind.
Arty, you think you can drive a car?
I'm only 13 years old. I'm a pretty good roller-skater.
You are? That's good.
Because I'm spinning your wheels, kid.
Come on. Wake up and live! It's a fast world out there. Jesus!
-What would we have to do for the money? -Nothing.
Like if someone comes around here looking for me...
...you don't know nothing, and you ain't seen nothing.
There were two men here the other day looking for you.
Yeah? What did they look like?
One had a broken nose and he was wearing--
Wearing a Betty Grable tie.
That's Hollywood Harry and his brother.
If they come around here again asking questions, what do we say to them?
-Nothing. -Smart boys!
Look in Arty's pocket.
-Another $5. -I could've played Carnegie Hall.
We wouldn't be doing anything wrong, would we?
You're my brother's kids.
You think I'd get you involved in something stupid?
Don't be stupid. It's late. I'm gonna wash up.
One more thing.
Don't touch that.
It's got all my valuables in it.
My driver's license and my draft card...
...and my new cuff links.
Forget about it. Never mind.
I'll put it somewhere else, so you won't have to worry.
Arty, see if there's anything else in your pajama bottoms.
There's nothing there.
Don't worry about it, kid. You're young yet.
He's incredible. It's like having a James Cagney movie in your own house.
How are you doing, Princess?
No, don't!
You're in trouble. I know it.
Whenever you come at night, you're in trouble.
-I got you to protect me, don't l? -Me?
You'd be better off with a big dog.
You were reading, or you were stealing from me?
We was just looking.
What's this? You know what happens to people who steal from me?
The next time I call the police.
I don't think we should look for her money anymore.
Jacob, go outside and pull down the awning.
Arthur, go downstairs in the cellar and bring up some bottles of syrup.
I don't feed you for not working.
Have you two thought of anything yet?
How I could tell Grandma about me and you-know-who?
We've been kind of busy ourselves.
Sure. I understand that.
But if you do think of something, I'm gonna give you each a dollar.
I know you can use that.
We could make a great living just from this family.
Hey, Ma. Happy to see me?
-How long you staying? -I don't know.
A couple of days, maybe a week.
Maybe a couple of days is better.
I love you, too, Ma.
Hey, kid. Come here.
Come here.
Come over here.
-You know what this is? -Sure, it's a $5 bill.
You tell your Uncle Louie that Friday night the dance is over.
I haven't seen him, I don't know where he is, and I don't want your money.
Good. Then you tell him for free.
Oh, God! My tooth!
I just took a little bite. I don't need a dentist.
You eat my candy, you go to see my dentist.
Here we go. Quick. Open the door. Dummkopf.
He didn't even give me any gas for the pain.