The Hoodlum1951

Mrs. Lubeck:
Take a breath, Vincent. Go ahead. Smell! You can smell fresh air here. Not like where we used to live by the city dump. Every time the wind changed... my!... the smell! And Papa running around all day yelling, 'Keep the windows closed! Keep the windows... '

Vincent Lubeck:
Stop it, Ma! Keep the windows closed? What was the use? The stink came through them anyhow into all the corners of your lungs... your skin! Even if you took a bath every day, the stink would still stink! Our playground, where we picked up a few pieces of junk to get spending money. A rotten stink! Even now we're not too far away from it! But you wait! I've got ideas. I'll get plenty of money! Yeah, dough! That's the only thing that'll ever cover up the stink of the city dump!