"You'll do more than try!"
"I'll do it. Pop."
"Now eat your dinner."
Obediently Thorby reached for his spoon, then noticed that it was a sandwich instead of a bowl of stew. Garsch said, "What are you muttering about?"
"Nothing. I just made up my mind."
"Give your mind a rest and use your eyes instead. There's a time and place for everything."
"You're right, Jim."
"Goodnight, son," the old beggar whispered. "Good dreams... and good luck!"