“Why shouldn’t you be a bullfighter if you want to be? I’m sick to death of standing here day after day sending people back to places they hate, places they’ve run away from. I just can’t bear it any longer. I mean who are we to know what’s what anyway? Look, here’s a dollar. Go over to the soda fountain and have something to eat. I’ll check the timetables of the trains going West from Union Station and we’ll figure out your next move when you get back.”
