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: You're my knight in shimmering armor. Did you know that? Gilbert
: I think you mean shining. Momma
: No shimmering. You shimmer, and you glow.
: How's momma? Gilbert
: She's fat. Tucker
: Come on, man. She's not all that big, Gilbert. Gilbert
: What? Tucker
: Listen, I saw a guy at the state fair who was... a little bit bigger. Gilbert
: A little bit bigger? Tucker
: Look, all I'm sayin' is that she's not the biggest I ever seen, okay? Gilbert
: Tucker, she's a whale! Tucker
: Well, take her out for a walk once in a while. Gilbert
: Take her out for a jog! Arnie
: She's a whale! Tucker, she's a whale!
: You know what? You're such a big boy. Arnie
: Yeah! Gilbert
: You're such a big boy. Arnie
: I'm a big boy! Gilbert
: You know what? I bet you could do this all by yourself if you really wanted to. Could you do this by yourself? Arnie
: I'm a big boy! Gilbert
: Yeah, you're a big boy. Now take this... Arnie
: Take this. Gilbert
: Wash everything, your towels are there. Arnie
: Okay! Gilbert
: And your robe is there. Arnie
: Okay! The big boy is gonna wash himself!
: I love the sky. It's so limitless. Gilbert
: It is big. It's very big. Becky
: Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.
: Tell me what you want as fast as it comes to you. Gilbert
: I wanna be a good person.
[Arnie jumps onto Gilbert's back
: God, Arnie, you're getting so big. Pretty soon I ain't gonna be able to carry you no more. Arnie Grape
: No, you're getting littler, Gilbert. You're getting littler, you're shrinking! You're shrinking, Gilbert, you're shrinking! Shrinking, shrinking, shrinking!
: [to Becky
] I don't know what to say. Arnie
: Say "thank you," Gilbert. "Thank you." Gilbert
] Thank you.
: [climbing of the water tower
] It's not going to happen again. This is the last time. Right Arnie? Arnie
: It's the last time. Gilbert
: Okay. Let's go. Arnie
: But I want to go back up there again.
: Bobby, how's business? Bobby
: Oh, not good... nobody's dying.
: I know a boy whose name is Arnie... he's, uh, 'bout to turn 18 and have a big party. I know a boy whose name is Arnie. C'mon down, buddy.
: Why will I take care of it? Arnie
: Gilbert... Gilbert
: Hmm? Arnie
: 'Cause you're Gilbert. Gilbert
: 'Cause I'm Gilbert.
: You don't hurt Arnie, you just don't.
: I had a nice time tonight. Becky
: I know.
: We don't really move. I mean, we'd like to, but... my mom is sort of attached to the house. Attached is, I guess, not the right word. She's pretty much wedged in.
: Ellen? Ellen? Ellen Grape
: What? Gilbert
: Could you not talk with your mouth full? Ellen Grape
: Excuse me? Gilbert
: You're making me sick, I'm gonna throw up. Ellen Grape
: Oh, okay, dad. Sure thing, dad.
: What's going on over there at "Food Land"? Gilbert
: [labeling price tags on cans
] I wouldn't know, I don't shop there.
[puts a can up and looks at boss
: I'd rather die.
: Did you ever see a beached whale on television? Becky
: Yeah. Gilbert
: Yeah. That's her. That's my mom. Becky
] What about your dad? Gilbert
: Uh, some other day. Some other day.
: Tell me what you want, as fast as it comes to you. Gilbert
: Uhh... Becky
: Okay? Gilbert
: 'Kay. Becky
: Okay. What do you want?
[He's thinking about it
: Faster! Gilbert
: Okay. I want a new thing. House. I want a new house. And a family.
[He sighs heavily
: I want Momma to take aerobics classes. I want Ellen to grow up. I want a new brain for Arnie. I want... Becky
: What do you want for you? Just for you? Gilbert
: I want to be a good person.
: I'm not gonna let her be a joke.
: It's okay,don worry about it. Gilbert
: no no I'm really... I'm really sorry Becky
: It's okay. Gilbert
: I'm really sorry. Becky
: Don't be sorry,Are you sorry?... no,I'm not sorry,he's not sorry,we're not sorry,don't be sorry. Arnie
: I'm not sorry
: Hey. I could have had any guy, any guy, but I chose you. I chose you. Gilbert
: Why did you? Betty Carver
] Because... I knew you'd always be there. Because I knew you'd never leave.
: Gilbert, how many more miles 'til they get here? Gilbert
: Few million, buddy. Arnie
: Three? Gilbert