[Tommy and Avram look out over the Pacific Ocean]
Tommy:
Well, cuz, we made it. It was just like I told you. Right at that big tree; then left for a couple days; sharp right; and then straight as piss till you come to the ocean.
Avram:
Who would have dreamed it could be so simple?
Tommy:
Yeah. You don't know me the next time you see me, I'm gonna kick your ass all the way back to Poland.
Avram:
Why wouldn't I know you? You going away someplace?
Tommy:
Well, yeah. This is where we say goodbye, Avram.
Avram:
What do you mean?
Tommy:
Well, you follow that beach for a day and a half, you'll be in San Francisco. You don't need me no more.
[Avram can't believe what he's hearing]
Avram:
Where are you going?
Tommy:
Well, I'm going that way.
[He points]
Tommy:
Sutter's Mill. That's where the gold is.
Avram:
But I don't want you to go.
Tommy:
Well, I gotta go.
Avram:
Why?
Tommy:
Well, I got people to see. Banks to rob. You know. I gotta make a living.
Avram:
Who's going to be the best man at my wedding?
Tommy:
What do you mean? That's for one of your Jewish friends. You gotta pick your best friend for that.
Avram:
[getting weepy]
You... you *are* my best friend.
Tommy:
I'm your best friend?
Avram:
You're my only friend.
[Avram points to the back of his horse]
Avram:
Now, listen to me, cuz. You keep your eyes on this tuchas, and don't you take them off till we get to San Francisco!
Tommy:
I never had a best friend.
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