What happened?
I'll tell you when I regain consciousness.
Most scenes together: Frank & Olive (4), Frank & Richard (3), Dwayne & Frank (3)
What happened?
I'll tell you when I regain consciousness.
Do you eat ice cream?
Yes. My favorite is Cherry Chocolate Garcia, except technically I think it's a frozen yogurt.
Hey, where are the dressing rooms?
Are you even allowed back here?
Just tell me where the dressing rooms are!
Are you authorized to be backstage?
What is your daughter doing?
She's kickin' ass, that's what she's doing.
"Ok, but I'm not going to have any fun." Yeah, well, we're all with you on that one, Dwayne.
Grandpa?
Yeah?
You're not a loser. Where'd you get the idea you're a loser?
Whoa whoa whoa, back up a minute. D'you know what a loser is? A real loser is someone who's so afraid of not winning, they don't even try. Now you're trying, right?
Well then you're not a loser! We're gonna have fun tomorrow, right?
We can tell 'em all to go to hell.
"We have to let Olive be Olive."
Who do you hang out with? [long pause] No one?
What about your family?
[Dwayne underlines "everyone"]
I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all of this, high school, everything.
Do you know who Marcel Proust is?
He's the guy you teach.
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.
What's that? Chicken? Every night it's the **** chicken! Holy God Almighty! Is it possible, just once, we could get something to eat for dinner around here that's not the goddamned **** chicken?
Whenever you are ready to cook your own food, you're more than welcome to it.
Well, at Sunset Manor, ya know...
If you liked Sunset Manor so much, you shouldn't have gotten yourself kicked out of there, right?
What, dinner? What you don't talk anymore?
Is that Nietzsche? You don't speak because of Friedrich Nietzsche?