Joe
You’re a regular wop, ain’t you?
Amy
Well, after two years in a spaghetti joint! I like Italians. They always left me alone. I guess it wouldn’t have done ’em much good getting fresh with me, at that. . . . Say, I’m getting pretty confidential.
Joe
Go right ahead.
Amy
All right. . . . I guess I ain’t got much reason for being shy with you, at that. I wouldn’t never have said I was going to marry an Italian, though. But I guess I just jumped at the chance. I got so tired of things. Oh, everything! I used to think I just couldn’t keep on any longer.
Joe
Poor kid!
Amy
Oh, I usually know which side my bread’s buttered on, I just said to myself: “He looks all right and I like the country and anyway it can’t be no worse than this.” And I said: “Why shouldn’t I take a chance?
