[last lines]
Fred Tate: I once got this fortune cookie that said, "only when all things around you are different will you truly belong". Well, we're all different that's for sure. I see Jane everyday at the institute, and once in while Dede let's her take us out to a fancy restaurant. Sometimes we even have fun. After a while I was the most famous kid at Jane's school. But then a year later, a 6 year old boy named Willie Yamaguchi got into law school, and suddenly I wasn't such a big deal anymore. But I don't care, because I was happy.
Jane: [speaking to group] It's said that a genius learns without studying, and knows without learning. That he is eloquent without preparation, exact without calculation, and profound without reflection.
Damon: Come on, wake up and face north twink. I'm an asshole, assholes don't have friends. But then I don't really care.
Fred Tate: You don't?
Damon: A reasonable man adapts himself to the world around him. An unreasonable man expects to the world to adapt *to* him. Therefor all progress is made by unreasonable men.
Damon: You see, Fred, it isn't the size of a guy's IQ that matters. It's how he uses it.
Make-Up Woman: [Fred is getting ready to go on TV] Now remember sweet face, zillions of people all over the world are gonna be watching you; and that means no farting, no picking your nose and no playing with little Mr. Peabody.
Jane: Now Fred, these chores are your responsibilities. And for every week that you do them correctly, we'll do something fun like go to the symphony or rent a nice documentary.
Fred Tate: My first grade teacher, Miss Nimvel, told Dede that I never paid attention. That I was probably retarded, and that I had a very limited future as a citizen of the United States. Then a week later, she said I should probably skip second grade, maybe even skip elementary school altogether.
Fred Tate: Dede says I don't have dad. She says I'm the immaculate conception. That's a pretty big responsibility for a little kid.
Garth: [reviewing children] Fred Tate, 7 years old, 2nd grader at Eisenhower Elementary School. He writes poetry, paints in both oils and water, plays the piano at competition level, all the while maintaining what appear to be unlimited skills in math and physics. Can't explain it Jane, I mean, it's not so much what he knows, but - what he understands.
Fred Tate: [to his mom] If you send me the checkbook, I'll balance it for you.
Fred Tate: [to Jane] How come you always talk like you're reading a book?
[first lines]
Fred Tate: It's funny, cause I *think* I can even remember being born. For the first two weeks of my life I didn't even have a name. Dede couldn't make up her mind. She finally decided on Fred. She said that she had never heard of a little kid named Fred before.
Dede Tate: Hey... you want to go to college, or you want to go to Disney World?
