I never had a best friend

[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