W Whitey
Now, I'd like to make this work out. But in order to do so, you're going to have to learn... that youth basketball ain't about you and your lack of respect for others. It's about the kids and teaching them responsibility and teamwork. I've been doing my part for 35 years. Are you ready to join me, big guy? [Drops fries on tray and arranges them to spell out; "Bite Me"] Joke's on you, tough guy. I can't read.
J Jennifer
Special delivery for Whitey duvall, sugar-free doughnuts.
W Whitey
Every day she does this for me. Jennifer, you're too much. My fraternal twin sister's a diabetic... And out of respect for her and her disease, I don't eat sugar products.
J Jennifer
There's a surprise in there you'll like.
W Whitey
Don't tell me it's bavarian cream-filled. [Takes a bite] It is bavarian cream-filled! Hubba-bubba! These babies make my taste buds do double daffies, for gosh sakes.
J Jennifer
Where are your parents, anyways?
I don't know. Hopefully, out getting me an Atari.
J Jennifer
All right, Davey! Come on! Let's go! We'll take that.
W Whitey
That kind of shitting makes me want to do the robot dance.
Nice story. You can stop now.
No, no, go on. Whitey, I'm mesmerized.
Can we just go? I'm cold.
I want to hear what happens next. It's like a fairy tale.
W Whitey
Unfortunately, this fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending. Davey was wondering where his parents were. Turns out they were on their way to the ball game... when a truck hit a patch of black ice and swerved into oncoming traffic. Mr. And Mrs. Stone tragically couldn't get out of the way in time. I couldn't believe something that horrible... could happen to a kid that nice. He walked right through that door and into foster home after foster home... until his 18th birthday.
Oh, my. You poor, poor boy. What in heaven's name did you do?
Let's just get off of this.
W Whitey
He didn't know how to handle it. What 12-year-old kid would? He basically shut down.
J Jennifer
Davey, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say.
There's nothing to say. My parents are dead. Happy Hanukkah. Now, leave me alone.
That's the saddest story I've ever heard. [Starts sobbing then breathes a sigh of satisfaction]
[Annoyedly leaves]
Hey, I'm out of here. I don't need this symphony crap.
W Whitey
Maybe it's time you stop running from your emotions.
[Enragedly shouts at Whitey]
I'm not. I'm running from two crybabies who won't shut up about something that isn't any of their business!
E Eleanore
You know, I read recently in Reader's Digest that people who let themselves cry when they're hurting are often stronger than the people who try to hold all their pain inside.
[Angrily]
Did you read anything about a deformed referee who spends 35 years trying to win some STUPID PATCH... [angrily points to Whitey] so he can pretend people actually like him?!
W Whitey
[in tears]
Take that back.
Listen, if they have an award for the freakiest looking fraternal twins... who nobody even gives a crap about, you two are definitely winning! But that patch thing ain't ever gonna happen for you... because the truth is, nobody in this town even knows you EXIST! [Jennifer and Benjamin look up in shock]
[Angrily snatches off her wig]
And You're bald!
W Whitey
You're not welcome in my house!
[Pissed off]
Good! Your house sucks!
J Jennifer
Do you have to be nasty to everyone who tries to help you?
[Angrily throws Eleanor's wig at Jennifer]
That's my problem! [With Eleanor's wig landing on Mr. Chang's head]
He just a no-goodnik, and I am the real Kristi Yamaguchi.