“That’s your problem, smart-pants. You’ll have no friends and you got no family. Let’s see how far you get, you little snot-nose. You thought you’d go to college and be better than me. You thought you’d go mix with the rich. And you still think you’re dandy, don’t you? Even being a stinking queer don’t shake you none. I can see conceit writ all over your face. Well, I hope I live to see the day you put your tail between your legs. I’ll laugh right in your face.” “Then you’d better live to see me dead.”
