White Heat1949

Ma Jarrett:
[about Cody's headaches] It's these mountains, Cody. It's not good for ya. Cold all the time. Can't breathe air. Let's get out, Son.

Cody:
I'm all right now.

Ma Jarrett:
Is it going?

Cody:
Yeah.

Ma Jarrett:
Are you sure?

Cody:
Yeah....it's like having a red hot buzz-saw inside my head.

Ma Jarrett:
[stopping him from walking out] No, not yet, Son. Don't let 'em see you like that. Might give some of 'em ideas.

Cody:
[sitting in his mother's lap] You're always thinkin' about your Cody, aren't ya?

Ma Jarrett:
That's right. [She rises and pours him a drink of whiskey] Top of the world, Son.

Cody:
Don't know what I'd do without ya, Ma. [He downs the drink]

Ma:
Better?

Cody:
Oh yeah.

Ma:
Now go on out. Show 'em you're all right.