Gun Crazy1950

Bart:
I can still get that job at Remington.

Laurie:
Forty dollars a week?

Bart:
We can get by on that.

Laurie:
Yeah, maybe you can, but not me. It's too slow, Bart. I want to do a little living.

Bart:
What's your idea of living?

Laurie:
It's not forty bucks a week.

Bart:
Tell me, when did you get this idea?

Laurie:
Oh, I've always had this - ever since I can remember. If I don't get it one way, I'll get it the other.

Bart:
I didn't think we'd had it figured out that way.

Laurie:
Well, so I changed my mind. I told you I was no good. I didn't kid you, did I? Well, now you know. Bart, I've been kicked around all my life. Well, from now on, I'm gonna start kicking back.

Bart:
What is it you want?

Laurie:
When are you going to begin to live? Four years in reform school, then the Army. I should think they'd owe you something for a change. What's it got you, being so particular?

Bart:
Let's not argue. I'll hock my guns. It'll give us enough dough to make another start.

Laurie:
There isn't enough money in those guns for the kind of start I want. Bart, I want things, a lot of things, big things. I don't want to be afraid of life or anything else. I want a guy with spirit and guts. A guy who can laugh at anything, who will do anything, a guy who can kick over the traces and win the world for me.

Bart:
Look, I don't want to look in that mirror and see nothing but a stick up man staring back at me.

Laurie:
You better kiss me goodbye, Bart, because I won't be here when you get back. Come on, Bart, let's finish it the way we started it, on the level.