:58:00
Why don't you try
doing a little living for them?
:58:03
Get out of here.
:58:05
No. I ain't going. Not until I tell you
something, kid.
:58:09
You ain't got the guts
to deserve to live.
:58:12
As for High Pockets, don't even talk
about him. You ain't even in his league.
:58:23
- I'm sorry, kid.
- Forget it.
:58:25
- I'm sorry.
- Forget it, Mac.
:58:28
- I'm sorry because it ain't true.
- Look...
:58:32
Lots of luck when you get home.
:58:34
Tell all the guys old Andy
says goodbye.
:58:38
- Will you do that?
- Yeah.
:58:52
"Dearest:
:58:54
You have a son.
:58:58
It's rather hard to say
what Timmy looks like.
:59:01
Poor little dear,
what a horrible mixture he is.
:59:06
New Zealand, American,
Scotch and Swede.
:59:10
He bellows like a Marine
and eats like a lumberjack.
:59:15
I think I'll keep him.
:59:16
Andy, we know where you are.
:59:19
Our prayers are with you
every second of every minute.
:59:22
I know it'll be a long time
before you return to us, but remember...
:59:27
...all that Timmy and I live for...
:59:31
...is the day that you'll
come back forever."