Ruth: Weren't you ever little like me, Uncle Nick?
Nick: Of course I was little like you. Don't you know anything? I was born on a cold, lonely street on the South Side of Chicago. As rumor has it, and there's no proof of this, obviously, but I delivered myself. It was my fifth birthday party, there was a knock at the door. My father jumped up, gave us all a thumbs-up, gave me a wink, then he jumped out the window, bounced up, took off running.
Winston: Oh, wow...
Nick: I didn't see him for six months. [cut] My only babysitter at the time was a rollercoaster at a local amusement park. That and a pack of cigarettes. Being nine in Chicago is different. [cut] The tree fell, hit the power line, and the power line fell right on the hobo, shocking the hobo back to life. That was an amazing moment. I don't know, it made me question the existence of God. I believed entirely in fate, and it was that same fate that brought me to the woman I love today.
Winston: Uh, Nick, go back. Uh, what happened to the hobo?
Nick: He stood up, he spun around, he said, "Time to get a job," and he walked away.