Leroy:
You want to know what you done after you hit him? You jerked the medal off his shirt and then you rolled that sweet little boy off that wharf from under them pilings.
Rhoda:
You don't know anything. None of what you've said is true.
Leroy:
You know I'm telling the gospel truth. You know I got it figured out.
Rhoda:
You've figured out something that never happened. And so it's all lies. Now take your excelsior to the basement and put it where you can sleep on it when you are supposed to be working.
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