The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
[Dwayne looks around van; writes frantically on notepad...
: [reading notepad
] "Where's Olive?"... Sheryl
: [after Frank tried to commit suicide
] I'm so glad you're still here. Frank
: Well, that makes one of us.
: What did he say? Richard
: I'll tell you when I regain consciousness.
: You know, like it or not, we're still your family, for better or worse... Dwayne
: No, you're *not* my family! I don't wanna *be* your family! I hate you fucking people! Divorce? Bankrupt? Suicide? You're fucking losers, you're losers! No, please just leave me here, Mom. Please, please, please. Please... just leave me here.
: I take it you didn't like it at Sunset Manor? Sheryl
: Frank... Grandpa
: Are you kidding me? It was a fucking paradise. They got pool... They got golf... Now I'm stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleeping on a fucking sofa. Look, I know you are a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this. You go to one of those places, there's four women for every guy. Can you imagine what that's like? Frank
: You must have been very busy. Grandpa
: Ho oh. I had second degree burns on my johnson, I kid you not. Frank
: Really? Grandpa
: Forget about it.
: It's this Sunday? Why can't Jeff and Cindy take her? Sheryl
: They have some equestrian thing in Santa Barbara. Richard
: You know, they do that horse shit every-single-weekend. Sheryl
: Well, it's the nationals. They're taking both horses, so apparently it's a big deal.
: [going over eye test pamphlets
] Mom, Dwayne's got 20/20 vision! Sheryl
: I bet he does... Olive
: Now, let's see if you're colorblind.
[opens the pamphlet
: What's the letter in the circle?
[Dwayne looks confused
: No in the circle. The letter... in the circle? Frank
: Can you see a letter, Dwayne? Olive
: It's an A. See? Right there? Frank
: It's bright green.
: Oh man.
[Dwayne scribbles anxiously on his notepad - "What?"
: Dwayne, I think you might be colorblind.
[pause, Dwayne holds up his notepad again - "What?"
: You can't fly jets if you're colorblind.
[Dwayne starts to panic, starts hitting the window and the chair in front of him, he then attempts to open the door
: [recounting his unrequited love for his student
] He fell in love with another man,a colleague of mine; Larry Sugarman. Sheryl
: Who's Larry Sugarman? Frank
: Probably the second highest regarded Proust scholar in th US. Richard
: Who's number 1? Frank
: That would be me Rich. Richard
: [to Frank
] He started snorting heroin. Frank
: [to Grandpa
] You started snorting heroin? Grandpa
: [in response to Frank, aimed at Dwayne
] Let me tell ya, don't do that stuff. When you're young, you're crazy to do that shit. Frank
: [to Grandpa
] Well what about you? Grandpa
: [to Frank
] What about me? I'm old. When you're old you're crazy not to do it.
: [as he rolls up the sheet that covered Grandpa and packs the bags in the trunk of the bus
] You know, Olive, Grandpa would have been proud of you today. Olive
: Really? Sheryl
: You were great. Frank
: You were better than great. Dwayne
: You were incredible.
: [after Dwayne reads an eye test pamphlet and finds he may be colourblind, destroying his life goal of enlisting in the Air Force
] You can't fly jets if you're colourblind.
[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
[collapses, screaming and sobbing, breaking his nine-month vow of silence
: What happened? Frank
: He's colourblind. He can't fly. Sheryl
: Oh, Jesus... oh, no. Sheryl
: [waits several moments, then approaches Dwayne
] Dwayne...? Dwayne, honey, I'm sorry. Dwayne, come on. We have to go. Dwayne
: I'm not going. Sheryl
: Dwayne... Dwayne
: I said *I'm not*, okay? I don't care, I'm not getting on that bus again. Sheryl
: Dwayne, for better or worse, we're your family... Dwayne
: [stands up
] No, you're *not* my family, okay? I don't want to *be* your family! I *hate* you fucking people! *I hate you!* Divorce? Bankrupt? Suicide? You're fucking *losers*! You are losers! Sheryl
] Dwayne... Dwayne
: [begins to cry again
] No, *please* just leave me here, Mom. Okay? Please, *please*. Please just leave me here.
[sits back down, crying continues
: I couldn't help noticing Dwayne has stopped speaking. Sheryl
: Oh, yeah, he's taken a vow of silence.
: It's stuck or something. Sheryl
: Try pulling it from here.
: I can't slow down. I can't slow down. Sheryl
: Come on, Olive. Frank
: Come on, sweetie, jump. Jump in the car.