I'm pleased to accept this award on behalf of my friend the Joker.
And offer this brief encomium on behalf of Harrys everywhere...
Harry locked his mother in the closet.
Harold. Please. Not again the TV.
Okay, okay. Harry opened the door, then stop playin games with my head.
He started walking across the room toward the television set.
And dont bug me.
He yanked the plug out of the socket and disconnected the rabbit ears.
Sara went back into the closet and closed the door.
Harry stared at the closet for a moment.
So okay, stay.
He started to push the set, on its stand, when it stopped with a jerk, the set
almost falling.
What the hells goin on here?
He looked down and saw a bicycle chain going from a steel eye on the side of the
set to the radiator. He stared at the closet.
Whatta ya tryin to do, eh? Whats with this chain? You trying to get me to break
my own mothers set? to break the radiator? — she sat mutely on the closet floor —
an maybe blow up the whole house? You tryin to make me a killer? Your own son?
your own flesh and blood?
WHATTA YA DOIN TA ME????
Harry was standing in front of the closet.
YOUR OWN SON!!!!
A thin key slowly peeked out from under the closet door.
Harry worked it out with his fingernail then yanked it up.
Why do you always gotta play games with my head for krists sake, always laying
some heavy guilt shit on me? Dont you have any consideration for my feelings?
Why do you haveta make my life so difficult?
Why do—Harold, I wouldnt. The chain isnt for you. The robbers.
Then why didnt you tell me? The set almost fell. I coulda had a heart attack.
Sara was shaking her head in the darkness. You should be well Harold.
Then why wont you come out?
Harry tugging on the door and rattling the knob, but it was locked on the
inside. Harry threw his hands up in despair and disgust.
See what I mean? See how you always gotta upset me?
He walked back to the set and unlocked the chain, then turned back to the closet.
Why do you haveta make such a big deal outta this? eh? Just ta lay that guilt
shit on me, right? Right???? — Sara continued rocking back and forth — you know
youll have the set back in a couple a hours but ya gotta make me feel guilty.
He continued to look at the closet — Sara silent and rocking — then threw up his
hands, Eh, screw it, and pushed the set, carefully, out of the apartment.