Rocky Dennis: [poem] These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a Harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my shoes, no money in my pocket, and the sun shining on my face.
Rusty Dennis: First you told me he was gonna be retarded, then you told me he was gonna be blind AND deaf. If I'd dug his grave every time one of you geniuses told me he was gonna die, I'd be eating fuckin' chop suey in China by now!
Gar: Rocky, your mom sometimes does the wrong things, but for the right reasons.
[to a student staring at her son's face]
Rusty Dennis: What's the matter, never seen anyone from the planet Vulcan before?
[after Rocky gave impressive speech on how the Trojan War started]
Eric: That wasn't bad, Dennis. How about you tutor me?
Rocky Dennis: Tutor you?
Eric: Yeah. Cooley almost failed me last year.
Rocky Dennis: Ok. But it will cost you $3 an hour.
Eric: Three bucks?
[classroom falls silent and looks back at the two because of the sudden outburst]
Eric: [kinda tense] It's a deal.
Rusty Dennis: [her final line, after finding that Rocky has passed away in his sleep] ... Now you can go anywhere you want, baby.
Rocky Dennis: [smashes some plates] I hate you going out every night and coming home wasted all the time!
Rusty Dennis: It's none of your goddamn business!
Rocky Dennis: You're my mother!
Rusty Dennis: Well, you're not my warden!
Carnival Ticket Taker: [Not intending to let Rocky ride the bumper cars] You can ride, kid but I can't take the blame for what happens to retard here.
Gar: I can't take the blame for what happens to you, can I?
[Gar gives the ticket taker a mean threatening look]
Carnival Ticket Taker: Huh?
Gar: Take the tickets.
[realizing Rusty's having a nervous break down on the phone]
Gar: What? Ah shit!
[hangs phone up and leaves auto garage]
Gar: It's Rusty.
Rocky Dennis: Don't worry, Mr. Simms. I look weird, but otherwise I'm real normal. Everything'll be cool.
Rocky Dennis: What's his problem, Ma?
Rusty Dennis: Nothing. He's just another asshole. You let that negative dreck in and it'll put ya away. You can be a chickenshit and die or be a mensch and keep makin' yourself well.
[after an unpleasant visit with the grandparents, Rusty is about to take a lot of drugs]
Gar: [gets a beer from fridge] If you're gonna get wasted on that crap, I'm not gonna hang around here and babysit you.
Rusty Dennis: [scoffs] You must be confusing me with someone who gives a shit.
Gar: I must be.
Rusty Dennis: [looks at drugs, Gar and shakes her head] You know, this is not going to work. I'm doing things to please you and I'm just gonna end up hating you.
Gar: Oh come on, Baby. You and your old man have been going through this shit forever. Got to you again, didn't he? Got you ready for another one of those two-hour screamers. Gets you to the place where I'm gonna put you through the goddamned wall.
Rusty Dennis: [snaps back] Well, Go ahead. Put me through the goddamned wall, then! Why should you be any different than any other guy I've been with?
Gar: [clonks beer bottle down on table and leaves her]