You wouldn't leave me, would you, Hank?
HANK
Sure, I'd leave you.... What do you think I am—a wishing stone?... I want peace, I do.... An' your wishing's disturbing my peace.... Every day fer six years you squeal about what you done.... Your Uncle John swatted you and you burned your theatre things and jumped out o' the window and broke your back and I saved you....
JONATHAN
I can't do anything with a broken back!
HANK
What do you want to do anything for?
JONATHAN
Sometimes I'd like to write a little.
HANK