"An actor?" Bore blurted as if it finally got through to him. "Thank God Kenneth isn't a lunatic."
"Dad, it's the only thing I'm really interested in doing. I want to go to acting school right after graduation. Everyone says that's what I should be, with my imagination—"
"Try eating your imagination when you're hungry sometime."
"I just don't want to wear a suit every day and carry an attaché case and ride a subway. I want to be me. Just me. Not a phony in the crowd."
"Who's asking you to be a phony?"
"I'm asking you to try working for a change. At your age I was working hard, not floundering around in a fool's dream world." (7)
[Lorraine:] There's one picture of my mother and father in an album, which is how I like to remember them. He's wearing a football uniform—a handsome young man—with his arm around her. She's wearing one of those funny raccoon coats. They're smiling at each other in a grass field somewhere in Stapleton. (10)
"Dinner is served," she [Lorraine] announced, carrying this big plate of congealed spaghetti. We each sat at opposite ends of the table with the candles burning away. I [John] poured us some wine in these long-stemmed glasses, and for a few moments we just sat looking at each other—her with the feather in her hair and me with my moustache.
"To the Pigman," I said softly.
"To the Pigman."
She lifted her glass, and she was lovely. (11)