Che nessuno scriva il mio epitaffio

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: I was just thinking of the beauty and charm of life here on West Madison.

Wart: Yeah, you'll get used to it Judge, when you've been here as long as we have.

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Some place to bring up a boy. Deadbeats hanging round every corner. Hopheads, begging, borrowing, stealing to buy a few cc's of delirium.

Fran: Come on, Judge, don't do that.

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Nick won't have a chance. By the time he's twelve he'll have the soul of toadstool. Somebody has to tell her. Nellie needs help, if Nick's gonna make it.

Fran: Well, I will, I'll help.

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Why don't you all? I, I mean, why don't we...

Flora: What have we got to give a boy? Just our own miseries.

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Who knows more about miseries, Flora? Who knows more about life than you or Wart or me?

Wart: Yeah but what kind of a life?

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: The kind of life we don't want Nick to have.

Goodbye George: Judge, you mean you want us all to, er, kind of adopt Nick?

Max: You know, he's right.

Wart: Maybe you got something.

Nellie Romano: Hey, are you all serious?

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Who else is there to help you, Nellie?

Wart: Are you for it, Nellie?

Nellie Romano: Yes, I am for it.

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: A toast! A toast to the future of Nick Romano!