Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but
there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying