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Ralph: When I look at him, I’m sad. Let me die like a dog, if I can’t get more from life.

[Hennie: Where?]

Ralph: Right here in the house! My days won’t be for nothing. Let Mom have the dough. I’m twenty-two and kickin�! I’ll get along. Did Jake die for us to fight about nickels? No! “Awake and sing,� he said. Right here he stood and said it. The night he died, I saw it like a thunderbolt! I saw he was dead and I was born! I swear to God, I’m one week old! I want the whole city to hear it—fresh blood, arms. We got ‘em. We’re glad we’re living.

Odets, Clifford, “Awake and Sing!,� Waiting for Lefty and Other Plays, Grove Press, p. 100-101.