
"Is that why you think I asked you out here? On my lunch break? On yours? Just for that? [throaty laugh] No, no that ain't it at all. You think that matters? Hell no. Not to me. Look...I've seen you the last few weeks. Life's really hit the fan. You come in lookin like hell and you leave feelin like shit. You don't work, you don't eat—I've seen you, walkin around the lot here takin a switch to the weeds instead of gettin yourself some grub. God...now, naw no, I don't want excuses, I don't want to know what's wrong even. You just...you listen, a'ight? You're a young man. I've seen you got potential, talent even, you've got alotta heart, and you deserve whatever happiness might come your way sometime, whenever that day might come. And you may not spend the rest of your life producing high-quality corrugated fiberboard containers, and I'd be happy—I'd be...proud—seein you get out of this place when you hear your calling, but for now—you hearin me?—for now I need you. We all need you here, with us. We have boxes to sell."