Fracture2007

Ted Crawford:
You know, my grandfather was an egg farmer.

Willy Beachum:
This isn't going to be about your "rough childhood", is it?

Ted Crawford:
No, I used to candle eggs at his farm. Do you know what that is? You hold an egg up to the light of a candle and you look for imperfections. The first time I did it, he told me to put all the eggs that were cracked or flawed into a bucket for the bakery. And he came back an hour later, and there were 300 eggs in the bakery bucket. He asked me what the hell I was doing. I found a flaw in every single one of them - you know, thin places in the shell; fine, hairline cracks. You look closely enough, you'll find that everything has a weak spot where it can break, sooner or later.

Willy Beachum:
You looking for mine?

Ted Crawford:
I've already found yours.

Willy Beachum:
What is it?

Ted Crawford:
You're a winner, Willy.

Willy Beachum:
Yeah. Well, I guess the joke's on me then, isn't it?

Ted Crawford:
You bet your ass, old sport.