You're a poet, you know that, Biff? You're-you're an IDEALIST!
You're a success aren't you? Are you content?
Hell, no !
No, I'm mixed up very bad. I'm not married, I'm not in business, I just like a boy, that's may be my trouble
All I can do now is wait for the merchandise manager, a good friend of mine, to die. I don't know what the hell I'm working for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment, all alone, and I think of the rent I'm paying. It's crazy because it's what I always wanted. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.
Why? You're making money aren't you?
You and I, heh?
Sure, we could buy a ranch. Men built like we are should be working out in the open