Norm: Anyway, this is my fantasy, sir. It's a little outrageous. So, uh, just stay with me. Even though I was born poor and I'll never be a rich man, somehow, it wouldn't make any difference if one time, sir, just one time, just one darn time, I could do something symbolic, like carry a rich man across the lawn in his pajamas.
Evan Drake: Come here.
Norm: I know, I know, I know, it sounds crazy, I know. Sir, no. Sir, I don't have a fever.
Evan Drake: No, I know that. I'm feeling for the lobotomy scar.
Norm: Sir, sir, please. Sir, please, please. All right, all right, all right, all right! Look, if I actually let you do it..
Norm: Uh-huh.
Evan Drake: Would you promise me- Would you swear on your mother's grave that you would let me sleep?
Norm: Yes, sir, I swear. I prom-
Evan Drake: No, no, no, no, no. You've got to do more than promise. You've got to give me your solemn oath as a crazy person.
Norm: My oath, my vow, my pledge. I promise you.
Evan Drake: All right, okay. [Drake gets out of bed]
Norm: Thank you so much, sir.
Evan Drake: All right.
Norm: Thank you, thank you very much, sir. [Norm lifts Drake into his arms] Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, sir. You know, sir, I don't mean to flatter you, but you're very firm for your age.