Why did you do it, Mr. Foley? Why did you want to be dead? What could I say? I couldn't...

Dr. Debner: Why did you do it, Mr. Foley? Why did you want to be dead? Emmett Foley: [from the off] What could I say? I couldn't bring myself to tell him the real reason. Couldn't even tell you, my own sister. Emmett Foley: [almost asking] The neighbors. [smiles a bit] Emmett Foley: They're real pushy. Always asking Mae to take them everyplace. All the time. Which is all right. They began to do it regular. I mean, almost every day. Two or three times, "Take me here, take me there." Got to where she had no time at all, like being some kind of taxi. Finally, I put my foot down. I told her, if she wanted to do it... she'd have to charge them gas. It got to be over a tank a week. So, she did. Dr. Debner: And? Emmett Foley: And they stopped talking to her. Dr. Debner: Stopped asking for rides? Emmett Foley: Then their kids... put tacks in the driveway, you know. Ruined a whole set of tires. Emmett Foley: [Beat - looks at the doctor, who looks like Is-that-all? That's not enough, so he adds pointing with his hand] And let the dog out. Dr. Debner: Is that all? Emmett Foley: [tries a bit more] I was real upset. I can tell you that.