Proud of you, boy. I'll make you proud of you, boy. Believe me, bad as I've been, love, you're in for a pleasant surprise. I've wasted time. I've wasted me. So say I'm slow for my age, a late bloomer. Okay, I agree. That I've been one rotten kid. Some sun, some pride, and some joy. But I'll get over these lousin' up, messin' up, screwin' up times. You'll see, ma, now comes the better part. Someone's gonna make good, cross his stupid heart. Make good and finally make you proud of your boy. Tell me that I've been a flouse and a loafer. You won't get a fight here, no ma'am. Say I'm a gold brick, a goof-off, no good. But that couldn't be all that I am. Water flows under the bridge. Let it pass, let it go. There's no good reason that you should believe me, not yet. I know, but some day and soon, I'll make you proud of your boy. Though I can't make myself taller or smarter or handsome or wise. I'll do my best, what else can I do? Since I wasn't born perfect like dad or you. Mom, I will try to, try hard to make you proud of your boy.