Day: May 17, 2019

Mr. O’Brien: They gave me a choice. No job … or a transfer to a job nobody wants.

Jack: Father.

Mr. O’Brien: I never missed a day of work.

Jack: Mother.

Mr. O’Brien: I tithed every Sunday.

Jack: Always you wrestle inside me. Always you will.

Mr. O’Brien: You know, Jack, all I ever wanted for you was to make you strong and grow up and be your own boss. Maybe I’ve been tough on you. I’m not proud of that.

Jack: I’m as bad as you are. I’m more like you than her.

Mr. O’Brien: You boys are about all I’ve done in life. Otherwise I’ve drawn zilch. You’re all I have. You’re all I want to have. My sweet boy.