Cotton:
I'm almost sixteen; try gooping that over. In one year, I'll be seventeen. You know what I'm gonna do on my seventeenth birthday?
Cotton's Mother:
[turns away from him back to her vanity table mirror]
I'm listening.
Cotton:
Join the Marines. You can, you know, if your parents sign the papers. Dad will.
Cotton's Mother:
[making up her face]
And I won't, of course.
Cotton:
And you *will*, of course! Because if you don't, you know what I';m gonna do? I'm gonna make a big sign and march up and down in front of the Bay Yacht Club.
[she freezes]
Cotton:
"My mother's over forty-two years old," it'll say.
Cotton's Mother:
[she stares at him in the mirror, then slowly and viciously:]
I'll kill you.
[Cotton pretends to fire a rifle at her]
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