The trouble with you in business was you never tried to please people. (Kneeling in front of her, in a fever of self-reproach.) It’s just - you see, Mom, I don’t fit in business. (She is bent over in the chair, weeping, her face in her hands.) Biff, I swear to God! Biff, his life is in your hands! HAPPY (to Biff): How do you like that damned fool! BIFF (kissing her): All right, pal, all right.
How can I insult him that way? I don’t know what to do. But, when he comes home, I put it back where it was.
BIFF: Did you have it taken off? LINDA: Every day I go down and take away that little rubber pipe. HAPPY: No kidding! LINDA: I know and sure enough, on the bottom of the water heater there’s a new little nipple on the gas pipe.
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