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  • Willie Morris: He's only the best ballplayer anywhere around here. Ever.
    Sammy: Well, you haven't seen Waldo Grace.
    Willie Morris: Is he a colored boy?
    Sammy: Yep, and the best in the whole world.

  • Jack Morris: You know I.C.? Colored fellow at the service station?
    Ellen Morris: Sure.
    Jack Morris: His son came back from Europe today.
    Ellen Morris: Wonderful.
    Jack Morris: In a box.

  • Willie Morris: (writing a letter to Dink) How long does it take mail to get from here to Europe?
    Ellen Morris: Where in Europe?
    Willie Morris: Where Dink is, Foxhole in the south of France.
    Skip: (Barks. Willie turns to Skip)
    Willie Morris: Are you for Roosevelt, boy?
    Skip: (Barks)
    Willie Morris: What do you think about Hitler?
    Willie Morris: (Growls, and Skip growls ever fiercer)

  • Willie Morris: (Referring to the leg that his father lost in combat) Does it ever itch and hurt, like it's still there?
    Jack Morris: Yes, it hurts.
    Willie Morris: But they gave you a medal for it, didn't they?
    Jack Morris: I'd rather have a leg.

  • Narrator: There were so many surprises that year. Who'd have thought that my daddy would ever let me play football? And who'd have dreamed that Rivers Applewhite, the prettiest girl in town, would let me hold her hand? It was indeed a strange and unusual time. Old Skip had helped me through the stuggles of boyhood. But his job was far from done.

  • Narrator: I was an only child. He was an only dog.

  • Narrator: Why in childhood and youth do we wish time to pass so quickly - we wanna grow up so fast - yet as adults we wish just the opposite?

  • Narrator: Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind. He made friends easily with people of all races and origins. The town was segregated back then, but as we know, dogs are a whole lot smarter than people.

  • Narrator: In my life, I find that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain had faded.

  • Big Boy Wilkinson: Not a bad run, Willie, for a sissy.

  • Willie Morris: Haven't seen you around much.
    Dink Jenkins: Yeah, I've been pretty busy.
    Willie Morris: I'm playin' some ball now, ya know.
    Dink Jenkins: Oh yeah? That's good.
    Willie Morris: Yeah. Right. Well, see ya, Dink, it's openin' day. That's what they call the first game of the season, and well, I was sort of wonderin' if... I was hopin' that maybe... you might come.
    Dink Jenkins: Yeah, sure, kid. That'd be fine.
    Willie Morris: Really? Okay, great! Well, I'd better get on down there. See ya!
    Dink Jenkins: Thanks for pickin' my number.

  • Narrator: Old Skip was eleven, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him, not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffin' at somethin' in the air. His tail was straight out, pointin'. Eyes were flashin' in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he'd yawn and he's stretch, reach out to me with his paws, as if he was tryin' to embrace me. I received a transatlantic call one day. 'Skip died,' my Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket. 'They buried him out under our elm tree,' they said. That wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

  • Dink Jenkins: It's not the dyin' that scares me, it's the killin'.

  • Narrator: I almost lost old Skip that day. Even as he was sleepin' on the operatin' table, he was still teachin' me. That day, I became a young man. Why, in childhood and youth, we wish time to pass so quickly. We wanna grow up so fast. Yet, as adults, as we wish just the opposite.

  • Ellen Morris: I'm not askin'.

  • Jack Morris: (Willie runs off to find Skip) Sometimes he gets mad and says things he doesn't mean. He gets it from his mother. When I got back from Spain, I got into accountin'. I figured I could hide behind a desk. I looked down, and I didn't so much as look up for a whole year. When I finally did, people weren't starin' at me anymore. I guess they kinda forgot about it.
    Dink Jenkins: Well, Mr. Morris. You got a purple heart. I got a yellow stripe. You can trust me. They don't forget about cowards.
    Jack Morris: Well, folks like to keep things small, Dink. Fit you into one pocket or the other. Give a man a label, and you never really need to get to know him. My son, he looks up to you, Dink. Now because you can run or throw a ball. You're his hero because you're his friend. And that's what he needs. A friend.

  • Dink Jenkins: You think I don't know what folks are sayin'. That old Dink's a coward?. Huh?. Well I know. And you know?. They're right. I got scared. And I ran. You think it was 'cause I was afraid of dyin'?. Because I wished I was dead of plenty of times.
    Willie Morris: Then what was it?.
    Dink Jenkins: It ain't the dyin' that scary, boy. It's the killin'. Now look, that dog ain't lost. You just need to know where to find him. There's gotta be at least one place around here that you hadn't thought of to look at, right?.

  • Dink Jenkins: You bawlin' like a big baby 'cause you lost that ball game?.
    Willie Morris: What do you know about it?. You didn't come you big liar. Leave me alone
    Dink Jenkins: That's how it is, isn't it. You're a hero today, and then you're a goat tomorrow. Now, I didn't come because games don't mean nothin' to me anymore.
    Willie Morris: It's not the game. It's Skip. He's gone for good.
    Dink Jenkins: For good?. Now how do you know that?. You some kind of fortune teller?.
    Willie Morris: I got mad at him and I hit him. And he ran away. Just like you ran away. Skip was never afraid of nothin'.

  • Dink Jenkins: You bawling like a big baby 'cause you lost that ball game?
    Willie Morris: What do you know about it? You didn't come you big liar. Leave me alone!
    Dink Jenkins: That's how it is, isn't it? You're a hero today, and then you're a goat tomorrow. Now I didn't come because games don't mean nothing to me anymore.
    Willie Morris: It's not the game. It's Skip. He's gone for good.
    Dink Jenkins: For good? Now how do you know that? You some kind of fortune teller?
    Willie Morris: I got mad at him and I hit him. And he ran away. Just like you ran away. Skip was never afraid of nothing.
    Dink Jenkins: You think I don't know what folks are saying? That old Dink's a coward? Huh? Well I know. And you know what? They're right. I got scared. And I ran. You think it was 'cause I was afraid of dying? Because I wished I was dead plenty of times.
    Willie Morris: Then what was it?
    Dink Jenkins: It ain't the dying that scary, boy. It's the killing. Now look, that dog ain't lost. You just need to know where to find him. There's gotta be at least one place around here that you hadn't thought of to look at, right?
    Jack Morris: [Willy runs off to find Skip] Sometimes he gets mad and says things he doesn't mean. He gets it from his mother. When I got back from Spain, I got into accounting. I figured I could hide behind a desk. I looked down, and I didn't so much as look up for a whole year. When I finally did, people weren't staring at me anymore. I guess they kind of forgot about it.
    Dink Jenkins: Well, Mr. Morris. You got a purple heart. I got a yellow stripe. You can trust me. They don't forget about cowards.
    Jack Morris: Well, folks like to keep things small, Dink. Fit you into one pocket or the other. Give a man a label, and you never really need to get to know him. My son, he looks up to you, Dink. Not because you can run or throw a ball. You're his hero because you're his friend. And that's what he needs. A friend.

  • Willie Morris: (Referring to the leg Jack lost in combat) Does it ever itch or hurt, like it's still there?
    Willie Morris: [referring to the leg Jack lost in combat] Does it ever itch or hurt, like it's still there?
    Jack Morris: Yes, it hurts.
    Willie Morris: But they gave you a medal for it, didn't they?
    Jack Morris: I'd rather have the leg.

  • Narrator: Old Skip was 11, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out, pointing. Eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he'd yawn and he'd stretch, reach out to me with his paws, as if he was trying to embrace me. I received a transatlantic call one day. "Skip died," Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket. "They buried him out under our elm tree," they said. That wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
    Narrator: Old Skip was 11, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out, pointing. Eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he'd yawn and he'd stretch, reach out to me with his paws, as if he was trying to embrace me. I received a transatlantic call one day. 'Skip died,' Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket. 'They buried him out under our elm tree,' they said. That wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

  • Willie Morris: (talking to Skip) Sit!. Stretch. Dig!.
    Willie Morris: [talking to Skip] Sit! Stretch. Dig!

  • Dink Jenkins: It's not the dyin' that's scary, boy. It's the killin'.
    Dink Jenkins: It ain't the dying that scary, boy. It's the killing.

  • Ellen Morris: Hmmm. That's impressive.

  • Jack Morris: A dog is a fabalous. Will. He's not ready for that. He's frail, he's sentanced, he can't handle it.
    Ellen Morris: He is responsibility a boy. Who needs a *friend*. He's not a baby. He keeps the dog!. Okay?.
    Ellen Morris: He is responsibility a boy. Who needs a *friend*. He's not a baby. He keeps the dog! Okay?

  • Ellen Morris: I'm not askin'!.
    Ellen Morris: I'm not asking!

  • Willie Morris: I'm gonna find.... you?.
    Willie Morris: I'm gonna find you?

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