Troy [slow, methodical]: Woman... I do the best I can do. I come home every Friday. I carry a sack of potatoes and a bucket of lard. You all line up at the d...

Troy [slow, methodical]: Woman... I do the best I can do. I come home every Friday. I carry a sack of potatoes and a bucket of lard. You all line up at the door with your hands out. I give you the lint from my pockets. I give you my sweat and blood. I ain't got no tears. I done spent them. I get up on Monday morning... find my lunch on the table. I go out. Make my way. Find my strength to carry me through to the next Friday. [Pause] That's all I've got Rose. That's all I've got to give. I can't give nothing else.

line from Fences, Act I, Scene 3 by August Wilson (1983)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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