BIG-DADDY: I buried him in a meadow, alongside a railroad track. We were running to catch a freight and his heart gave out. You know something? That lousy old tramp died laughing.
BRICK: Laughing at what?
BIG-DADDY: Himself, I guess. A hobo tramp….not a nickel in his jeans. No future, no past.
BRICK: Or maybe he was laughing because he was happy. Happy at having you with him. He took you everywhere and he kept you with him.
BIG-DADDY: Aaah…I don’t want to talk about that.
(pause)
BIG-DADDY: Yeah, I loved him. I reckon I never loved anything as much as that…lousy old tramp.
BRICK: And you say…he left you nothing but a suitcase with a uniform in it from the Spanish-American War?
BIG-DADDY: And some memories.
BRICK: And love.
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