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RATSO
No doctors. No, sir. Not me. Doctors are like goddam auto mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug another. Operate for piles and while they're there, they unscrew your liver. My old man, for God's sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when he went to the doctor.
JOE
Well, just exactly what the hell you think you're gonna do? Die on me?
RATSO
I'm going to Florida, that's my only chance.
JOE
You know what's wrong with you? You got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug. How you gonna get to Florida?
RATSO
I'll find the money. If you just get me on the bus, that's all I ask.
JOE
Just when everything's going my way, you gotta pull a stunt like this.
RATSO
I don't even want you to go. Whaddya think of that? I got other plans for my life than dragging around some dumb cowboy that thinks he's God's gift to women. One twenty-buck trick and he's already the biggest stud in New York City. It's laughable.
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