"We got anything to eat?"
(walks to kitchen)
"Put it on a plate, son. You'll enjoy it more."
"I couldn't enjoy it any more, mom. Mm, mm, mm. This is swell. Dad? Hey, dad..."
"What is it, son?"
"Do you remember that you once told me a long time ago, well, not too long ago, but, um,
that you'd give me a thousand dollars to go to Europe if I finished school? Well you know
something? You were right -- about finishing school -- that's what I'd like to do. But, uhm,
I wanna know if I can have the money first... Like, *now*. You know, I love you dad, I've
always loved you. You too, mom. Whaddya say?"
"I don't have it anymore."
"What?"
"Your Father gave all our extra money to the reverend's telethon, Otto. We're sending bibles
to El Salvador."
(pause)
"Well what about me?"
"You're on the honor roll of the chariots of fire, same as us, Otto. It was a gift. From
all of us, jointly."