He had his toothbrush in his hand and he put it in his mouth. "what'd you do?" i said "Give her the time in Ed bankeys goddamn car?" I said. My voice was shaking something awful. "what a thing to say. Want me to wash your mouth with soap?" "Did you?" "thats a professional secret, buddy" (43)
"All i know is I got up from the bed, like I was going down to the can or something, and then i tried to sock him, with all my might, right smack in the toothbrush, so it would split his goddamn throat open. Only, I missed. I didn't connect. All I did was sort of get him on the side of the head or something. It probably hurt him a little bit, but not as much as I wanted. It probably would've hurt him a lot, but i did it with my right hand, and I can't make a good fist with that hand. On account of that injury I told you about"(43).
"anyway, the next thing I knew, I was on the goddamn floor and he was sitting on my chest, with his face and all red. That is, he had his goddamn knees on my chest, and he weighed about a ton. He had hold of my wrist, too, so i couldn't take another sock at him. I would have killed him"(43)