From The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz by Moredecai Richler:
"Look at me, he thought, take a good look because maybe I’m dirt now. Maybe I’ve never been to Paris and I don’t know a painter from a horse’s ass. I can’t play tennis like the other guys here, but I don’t go around spilling ketchup in other guys’ beds either.
I don’t trick guys into crazy promises when they’re drunk. I don’t speak dirty like you either.
You make fun of your father. You don’t like him. Tough shit. But he sends you to Europe and Mexico and who pays for those drinks in the afternoon? You’re sorry for making a fool out of me. Gee whiz; my heart bleeds.
Take a good look, you dirty bitch. Maybe I’m dirt today. That bastard of a black marketeer Cohen can give me twenty bucks and a lecture about gambling and feel good for a whole week. But you listen here, kiddo. It’s not always going to be like this. If you want to bet on something bet on me. I’m going to be a somebody and that’s for sure."