TONY
“You heard the one about “the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain?”
PHILIP
“My mom taught me that one, I think.”
TONY
“That’s what mom’s are for.”
The word from the street
PHILIP
“I’ve got to say, you’re looking awful healthy for a guy who thought he might be dying a few weeks ago. Great ruddy complexion, everything. If I wanted to be sarcastic, I’d say you should spend more time in ICU.”
TONY
“My Mom told me that you shouldn’t read books by their covers, if you know what I mean.”
PHILIP
“So you’re not doing OK?”
TONY
“Most of me is all right, actually. But you got to know, that Old Man winter is coming. It’s in the bones, young man.”
TONY
“Here’s another story from when I was a kid. I think I was around 10, and I was trying to get laid, believe it or not, and my Mom grabbed my leg when I was on our roof with this girl. You know, I think I told you this one already.”
TONY
“How are you doing?”
PHILIP
“I just finished putting a bunch of stuff in my basement.”
TONY
“Yup. Know what you mean. My Dad was always mad with my Mom about all the junk she kept in the basement. She was some packrat, which is what he called her sometimes. It got so bad that we couldn’t find the things my Mom saved, like especially snow shovels. So my Dad would get totally frustrated and he’d go buy another shovel. I think we ended up with — it must have been — eight shovels one time.”