Francis Phelan:
[suddenly seeing his ghosts]
You goddamn spooks. You ain't real. You're dead! Or if you ain't, you ought to be. I'd rather be dying out in the weeds than standing here watching you pining away. *I'm* the one that's living. I'm the one that put *you* on the map! You don't know nothing that I don't know. See? So get your asses gone! I'm sick to death of looking at the bunch of youse anyway.
Annie Phelan:
[bringing him to his senses]
Fran. Fran.
Francis Phelan:
Annie, I'd eat all the dirt in this yard for you. And all the weeds, and all the dog bones too, if you asked me.
Annie Phelan:
[lovingly]
I think you probably are all that already.
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