Source Text: DEATH1.6Happy: How do you like that damn fool!
Biff: All right, pal, all right. It's all settled now. I've been remiss. I know that, Mom. But now I'll stay, and I swear to you, I'll apply myself. It's just -- you see, Mom, I don't fit in business. Not that I won't try. I'll try, and I'll make good.