Frank Is that Nietzsche? You don't speak because of Friedrich Nietzsche? Far out.
More lines from Frank
5 quotes Frank Frank [reading notepad]
"Where's Olive?"...
Frank No one gets left behind! No one gets left behind! Outstanding soldier! [salutes Dwayne]: Outstanding!
Frank [After Sheryl says she is glad that he is alive]
Well that makes one of us.
Frank [On several Little Miss Sunshine candidates walking out on Olive's performance]
Prissy little ****ers, I will kill them.
Scenes with Frank
13 scenes Frank [Dwayne fetches Frank for dinner and, with sign language, instructs him to come]
What, dinner? What you don't talk anymore?
Frank [Dwayne shakes his head]
Why not?
Frank [Dwayne rolls his eyes]
You can talk, but you choose not to.
Frank [Dwayne points to painting of Nietzsche]
Is that Nietzsche? You don't speak because of Friedrich Nietzsche?
Frank [Dwayne walks off unemotionally]
Far out.
Frank Who do you hang out with? [long pause] No one?
Frank [Dwayne writes "I hate everyone" on his notepad]
What about your family?
[Dwayne underlines "everyone"]
Hi, Uncle Frank!
Frank Oh, hey, Olive. Wow, you're getting big, almost like a real person.
No, don't answer the question, Frank.
Richard...
Don't answer it. He's not going to answer the question.
Frank I wanted to kill myself because I was very unhappy..
He's sick! He is a sick man! He's sick in his head!
Richard!
I'm sorry, I don't think it's an appropriate conversation for a seven year-old.
Well, she's going to find out anyway.
Okay.
Go on, Frank.
Why were you unhappy?
Frank There were a lot of reasons, mainly though I fell in love with someone who didn't love me back.
Who?
Frank One of my grad students. I was very much in love with him.
Him? It was a boy? You fell in love with a boy?
Frank Yes, I did. Very much so.
That's silly.
Frank Yes, you're right. It was very, very silly.
Dad.
So that's when you tried to kill yourself.
Frank Well, no, the boy that I was in love with fell in love with another man. Larry Sugarman.
Who's Larry Sugarman?
Frank Larry Sugarman is perhaps the second most highly regarded Proust scholar in the U.S.
Who's number one?
Frank That would be me, Rich.
So that's when...
Frank No, uh, what happened was I was a bit upset, so I said some things that I shouldn't have said and did some things that I shouldn't have done, and subsequently I was fired from my job and forced to move out of my apartment and into a motel.
[blows his nose]
And that's when you..'
Frank Well, no. Actually, all of that was...okay, what happened was, two days ago the MacArthur Foundation, in its infinite wisdom, awarded a genius grant to Larry Sugarman. And that's when I...
Decided to check out early.
Frank Yes. Yes. And I failed at that as well.
Frank [about Richard's obsessiveness with winning]
Is he always like this?
Frank [Dwayne nods head]
How can you stand it?
I practice everyday.
Frank Well, then, good luck.
It's not about luck, Frank. Luck is the name losers give to their own failings. It's about wanting to win.
Frank [after being persuaded to go on the trip, Dwayne writes] [reading Dwayne's writing]
"Ok, but I'm not going to have any fun." Yeah, well, we're all with you on that one, Dwayne.
Frank [Dwayne writes "Please don't kill yourself tonight."]
Not on your watch. I wouldn't do that to you.
Frank [Dwayne writes "Welcome to Hell."]
Thank you, Dwayne. Coming from you, that means a lot. Goodnight.
Frank Actually, Olive, "a la mode" in French translates as "in the fashion". A la mode. "Mode" is derived from latin "modus" do or proper...
Frank, shut up.
I bet he does.
Now, let's see if you're colorblind.
Frank Can you see a letter, Dwayne?
It's an "A". See? Right there?
Frank It's bright green.
Frank [Dwayne scribbles anxiously on his notepad "What?"]
Dwayne, I think you might be colorblind.
Frank [pause, Dwayne holds up his notepad again]
You can't fly jets if you're colorblind.
[Dwayne immediately falls into an emotional breakdown; Frank, Olive and Sheryl all yell for Richard to pull over the vehicle; Dwayne springs from the stopped van into an empty field] [yelling]
****!!!!!! ****!!!!! [he collapses, screaming and sobbing, after breaking his nine-month vow of silence]
What happened?
Frank He's colorblind. He can't fly.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, no. [waits several moments, then approaches Dwayne] Dwayne? Dwayne, honey, I'm sorry. Dwayne, come on. We have to go.
I'm not going.
Dwayne.
I said I'm not, okay? I don't care, I'm not getting on that bus again.
Dwayne, for better or worse, we're your family.
[stands up]
No, you're not my family, okay? I don't want to be your family! I hate you **** people! I hate you! [points to Sheryl, Richard, and Frank as he shouts] Divorce, bankrupt, suicide?! You're **** losers! You are losers!
[begins to cry again]
No, please just leave me here, Mom. Okay? Please, please. Please just leave me here.
I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all of this, high school, everything.
Frank Do you know who Marcel Proust is?
He's the guy you teach.
Frank Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he, uh, he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18-- ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-- those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
Frank Do you want to go back?
Not really. [long pause] Yeah, we should go back.
Officer Martinez Okay, you're out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California, ever again... ever.
Frank I think we can live with that.
