The Crush (1993)
Adrian Forrester: Very attractive.
Nick Eliot: Oh, this? It helps me think. Come in. Come in.
Adrian Forrester: So, what're you doing?
Nick Eliot: Oh, pretty dry stuff, really. You wouldn't be interested.
Adrian Forrester: Try me.
Nick Eliot: 'Kay. Uh, you ever hear of Robert Levansky?
Adrian Forrester: The arbitrage guy that stoled all the money?
Nick Eliot: Allegedly stoled. Um, anyway I found his chauffeur... he told me that he regularly drove Levansky up to a house in Knollwood. Seems Levansky had a... a friend.
Adrian Forrester: You mean a lover?
Nick Eliot: Well, yeah. Yeah. Yes. Uh, anyway turns out this woman flew to Geneva six times last year.
Adrian Forrester: Swiss bank accounts. Loaded with the missing cash.
Nick Eliot: You sure you're only fourteen?
Adrian Forrester: Almost fifteen.
Nick Eliot: Isn't it way past your bedtime?
Adrian Forrester: Yes.
Nick Eliot: Uh-huh. Um, so um, whose pool?
Adrian Forrester: That's Rockford's. They're in Maine. Guess they keep it lit up for burglars.
Nick Eliot: Now who would want to steal a pool?
Adrian Forrester: Aren't you going to tell me break a leg?
Cheyenne: [Bitterly, when she is out of earshot] Break'em both.
Nick Eliot: [From under a sink where he is working] Who goes there?
Cheyenne: [Startled] What?
Nick Eliot: [In a playful manner] Identify yourself. Fiend or foe?
Nick Eliot: [Emerging from under sink to look at Cheyenne] Got a name?
Cheyenne: Yeah, Cheyenne.
Nick Eliot: [Playfully] Oh... Injun, huh?
Cheyenne: Hippy parents.
Nick Eliot: Oh.
Nick Eliot: [Shocked to see her] Wait. how did you get in?
Adrian Forrester: [Sarcastically] It ain't Fort Knox.
Nick Eliot: You scared the hell out of me.
Adrian Forrester: Just out for a little stroll?
Nick Eliot: I thought you were Cheyenne.
Adrian Forrester: So, now you like Cheyenne?
Nick Eliot: Don't be ridiculous.
Adrian Forrester: Maybe you'd like to visit her in the hospital.
Nick Eliot: Hospital? What're you talking about?
Adrian Forrester: Cheyenne took a little spill at riding today.
Nick Eliot: Is she alright?
Adrian Forrester: She'll be okay. Just goes to show you, Nick. You can never be too careful.
Adrian Forrester: Hi, Amy.
Amy Maddik: Hello, Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: You know I was wondering... Have you ever been at the lighthouse?
Amy Maddik: You mean Shelter Point?
Adrian Forrester: Yeah, the make out place.
Amy Maddik: Not since high school.
Adrian Forrester: It's nice. You should definitely go. Nick took me. Maybe he'd take you sometime.
[sees Nick approaching]
Adrian Forrester: Hi.
Nick Eliot: [ignores Adrian]
Amy Maddik: Hello, Adrian. How are you today?
Adrian Forrester: Fine.
Amy Maddik: That's good.
Adrian Forrester: Hey, Amy.
Amy Maddik: What?
Adrian Forrester: What'd you do last night?
Amy Maddik: What do you mean?
Adrian Forrester: I mean you slept at Nick's, didn't you?
Amy Maddik: Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: Well, I mean you didn't... you know...
Amy Maddik: Adrian, let me explain a little somethin' to you. One day, when you're all grown up, and you have a real relationship. You'll realize your feelings for Nick were just a thing. Just a crush. In fact, I bet by the time school starts, you'll have completely forgotten all about him.
Adrian Forrester: God, Amy... When I grow up I hope I can be just as smart as you.
Amy Maddik: Adrian, go play.
Nick Eliot: Hi. Can I talk to you a sec?
Adrian Forrester: [swinging back-and-forth on a swing] Sorry?
Nick Eliot: I was wondering if we could talk?
Adrian Forrester: What do you wanna talk about?
Nick Eliot: Well, uh - I don't know, to tell you the truth it's - it's a little awkward. Uh, would you mind stopping that?
Adrian Forrester: Why?
Nick Eliot: Never mind. I don't know where to begin. I - I guess what I want to stay is... I really like you, Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: I really like you, too.
Nick Eliot: No, I - I mean - as a friend. I mean, let's face it, you're fourteen, I'm twenty-eight. That's a big difference.
Adrian Forrester: Whatever you say.
Nick Eliot: No - No.
Nick Eliot: Seriously, Adrian. I want you to know, you can count on me. I'll always be your friend, no matter what. Okay? Okay.
Adrian Forrester: Like the night up at the lighthouse when we kissed?
Nick Eliot: Now, that was a mistake, Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: Was sneaking in to watch me undress a mistake, too? Hmm? Nick, ever do a virgin?
Nick Eliot: What?
Adrian Forrester: I know you want to.
Nick Eliot: Now, look! Let's avoid any confusion here! I'm gonna make this very simple for you. You're - You're too young for me. There's nothing between us. Nothing!
Cliff Forrester: Now, careful there, my man. I don't need any lawsuits, you know what I mean?
[points to carousel]
Cliff Forrester: My little restoration project.
Nick Eliot: It's, um, really somethin'.
Cliff Forrester: Yeah. I had it shipped out here from a carnival in Kansas. Right after Adrian was born. Dragged every damn piece up here one at a time. Wanna see it work?
Nick Eliot: Sure.
Cliff Forrester: [turns carousel on] Well, motor's kinda old, you know. Takes a little while to get up to speed. Anyway,
[turns off carousel]
Cliff Forrester: you get the idea. Plan was to turn this whole attic into a kind of playroom, you know, for Adrian. Only problem was she never took to it. Now, I can't get the damn thing down. You know, Nick, Adrian's a... very special girl.
Nick Eliot: Mm-hmm. She's, um, she's very bright.
Cliff Forrester: This past year she's really, uh, blossomed. Physically, I mean.
Nick Eliot: Mmm! I noticed.
Cliff Forrester: You know, I swear to God not a night goes by I don't lay awake dreading that knock on the door, you know what I'm talkin' about, don't you?
Nick Eliot: Not really.
Cliff Forrester: Eh, some freakin' kid'll be standin' there with his hard-on stickin' out his pants.
[takes out wrench from box]
Cliff Forrester: Hope I don't go breakin' it off.
Nick Eliot: [nervously laughs along]
Adrian Forrester: Hi, Daddy.
Cliff Forrester: Aw, hi, sweetheart. We were just talkin' about you.
Nick Eliot: Hi.
Adrian Forrester: You scared me I didn't know who was up here.
Cliff Forrester: Aw, I was just showin' Nick your carousel.
Adrian Forrester: It's your carousel, Dad. Remember, I ride real horses now?
Nick Eliot: Well, I really oughta get going.
Cliff Forrester: Oh, Adrian. What book'd ya loan Nick?
Adrian Forrester: Book? Oh, well, that must've been Wuthering Heights. Did you like it?
Nick Eliot: Yes. Very much.
Cliff Forrester: Wuthering Heights, huh? Sounds a little femme to me.
Nick Eliot: Anyway, I - I really oughta go.
Adrian Forrester: Bye, Nick. Thanks for returning the book.
Adrian Forrester: So, this is what it takes to finally get you up here?
Nick Eliot: What're you doing?
Adrian Forrester: Fixing things.
Nick Eliot: Where's Cheyenne?
Adrian Forrester: You wanna do her, too, is that it? I'm not good enough for you?
Nick Eliot: Where is she, Adrian?
Adrian Forrester: I came back here for you, Nick. My parents tried to take me away, but I fooled them.
Nick Eliot: Where is she?
Adrian Forrester: I came back here for you, and I found you with my best friend. I still love you, Nick!
Nick Eliot: [walks out of room] Cheyenne?
Adrian Forrester: Nick!
Nick Eliot: Cheyenne?
Adrian Forrester: NICK!
[beats Nick with a broom handle]
Adrian Forrester: God Amy, when I grow up I hope I can be just as smart as you.
Amy Maddik: [Dismissively as she rides away] Adrian, Go play...
[about Adrian Dating]
Cliff Forrester: Some kid'll be standing there with friggen hard-on sticking out of his pants. Hope I don't go breakin' it off.
[snaps his wrench]
Nick Eliot: Oh, I think we met. Outside on the front lawn. She seemed very...
Liv Forrester: Uh, "headstrong" is what I call it.
Adrian Forrester: What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a Valiant before?
Adrian Forrester: [Seeing Nick talking to a blonde and trying to rattle Amy] Hey, looks like Nick made a friend. God, she's pretty! She's just like a model.
Amy Maddik: [Dismissively] If you like that kind of thing.
Adrian Forrester: Don't worry, Amy; some guys really like girls with small breasts.
[Amy is taken aback by Adrian's remark]
Adrian Forrester: Hi.
Amy Maddik: You scared me.
Adrian Forrester: What are you doing?
Amy Maddik: Um... sticks for the marshmallows, you know? But those bees.
Adrian Forrester: Wasps. Yellow jackets. Genus: Vespula.
Amy Maddik: They all sting.
Adrian Forrester: Bees won't bother you, unless you bother them. Wasps are different. They're territorial and they're social.
Amy Maddik: Social? Like they want to be friends?
Adrian Forrester: Like they attack in groups.
Amy Maddik: We should leave.
Adrian Forrester: Slowly. Slowly.
Amy Maddik: Slowly.
Nick Eliot: Jesus! Cheyenne, what're you doing here?
Cheyenne: I had to talk to you.
Nick Eliot: Aw, you shouldn't be here. I've gotten in enough trouble.
Cheyenne: Y-You didn't do those things to Adrian. Y-Y-You didn't do those things.
Nick Eliot: Of course not.
Cheyenne: I knew she was making it up. I knew it.
Nick Eliot: What is it, Cheyenne?
Cheyenne: Did Adrian ever tell you about a guy named Rick?
Nick Eliot: Yeah, I think so. Said he was a friend, why?
Cheyenne: He was her camp counselor. Adrian had a crush on him.
Nick Eliot: So?
Cheyenne: He's dead. He ate something poison. Everyone thought it was an accident. But, Adrian knows stuff. Stuff that other kids don't know. She knows about wasps too.
Nick Eliot: I know. I thought about that. There's just no proof.
Cheyenne: But, I think there might be. Adrian kept a diary. She writes everything in it. She thinks no one knows about it, but I've seen it. She kept it hidden in her bedroom.
Nick Eliot: I'll tell the lawyers about the diary. But, you gotta forget all about Adrian. She's sick, you understand? Come on, you already showed me.
Cheyenne: But, she's a liar. She's lying about you.
Nick Eliot: I know. But, I can take care of myself. Come on, I'll walk you.
Cheyenne: I'll be alright. I've done it a million times. Later.
Nick Eliot: Later.
Adrian Forrester: Hey, Cheyenne. Why're you so slow?
Cheyenne: Everybody asks me that.
Cheyenne: [horseback riding teacher calls for Cheyenne] Shit!
Adrian Forrester: Oh, don't worry about it. You go get dressed, and I'll take care of Vertigo.
Adrian Forrester: Sure.
Liv Forrester: [hands Nick his tea cup and saucer after adding sugar inside it] Sugar. Well, um, if you didn't, uh, actually see her - Is that right?
Nick Eliot: Well, no, I didn't actually see her.
Cliff Forrester: So, you're not absolutely certain?
Nick Eliot: Well, no, I mean... not absolutely. But, but I do feel... but, I-I-I just - I just feel very strongly that she did this.
Cliff Forrester: Mm-hmm.
Adrian Forrester: Hi. Going riding with Cheyenne. Hi, Nick.
Nick Eliot: Hi.
Cliff Forrester: Adrian, I have a question for you.
Adrian Forrester: Hmm?
Cliff Forrester: Did you scratch up Nick's car?
Adrian Forrester: [snickers] Why would I do that?
Adrian Forrester: Gotta go.
Liv Forrester: Bye.
Cliff Forrester: Well, that's that, then. Can I have some of that newspaper there?
Liv Forrester: Mm-hmm. *Not* the crossword.
Nick Eliot: Hey, Cheyenne.
Cheyenne: I ne-I need to talk to you. About Adrian.
Nick Eliot: What?
Cheyenne: Not now. Meet me in back of the orchard at seven, when the streetlights come on, okay?
Nick Eliot: Cheyenne, wait! Wait!
Nick Eliot: [on telephone] Hello?
Adrian Forrester: Miss me?
Nick Eliot: Oh. Hello, Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: Whatcha doin'?
Nick Eliot: What do you think I'm doin'? What am I always do? I'm workin'.
Adrian Forrester: Aw, Nick. Can't ya come out and play?
Nick Eliot: No, Adrian. I'm under deadline.
Adrian Forrester: Guess what?
Nick Eliot: What?
Nick Eliot: Got my period.
Adrian Forrester: Definitely not pregnant. Not that I had any reason to be.
Nick Eliot: Adrian?
Adrian Forrester: Yeah?
Nick Eliot: Did you take my picture? The one of me and my grandfather?
Adrian Forrester: No... Why would I do that?
Nick Eliot: Alright. I'll talk to you later.
[hangs up telephone]
Adrian Forrester: I'd knew you'd come.
Nick Eliot: I'll tell ya, if you were ten years older...
Adrian Forrester: You'd what? So, how did your boss like the article?
Nick Eliot: It was you? You rewrote it?
Adrian Forrester: [waves] Hi, Mr. Fogle!
Mr. Fogle: Hello, Adrian!
Nick Eliot: Wait a minute, how'd you get in?
Adrian Forrester: It ain't Fort Knox.
Nick Eliot: Adrian, you can't do that.
Adrian Forrester: Worked though, didn't it? Poor Nick, you have such a terrible time with the objective case, and your split infinitives put such a stress on the adverb.
Nick Eliot: Adrian, you just can't go around doing that. It isn't right.
Adrian Forrester: I just wanted you to like me.
Nick Eliot: Of course, I like you.
Adrian Forrester: Then take me for a ride in the Valiant!
Nick Eliot: Now?
Adrian Forrester: Yeah, just for a little while. There's a place I want to show you.
Nick Eliot: I... uh - I don't know.
Adrian Forrester: Pleeease?
Adrian Forrester: Beautiful, isn't it?
Nick Eliot: Yeah. Yeah, it is.
Adrian Forrester: Look, I'm sorry about the article. I won't do it again.
Nick Eliot: Look, I know I'm not the world's greatest writer, but, uh, believe me it's - it's hard to take being better by a fourteen-year-old kid. It's okay, really.
Adrian Forrester: No, it's not. You don't know how hard it is for me to make friends. I mean my parents made me skip two grades in school. My only friend is Cheyenne, and it's only because... well, my mom and her mom went to college together. So, she kinda has to. It's like everybody thinks I'm some kind of freak or something. Like I'm crazy.
Nick Eliot: Hey, hey. Come on. We can be friends.
Adrian Forrester: You don't have to.
Nick Eliot: I know I don't have to. It's not a 'have to' kind of thing.
Adrian Forrester: [smiles]
Nick Eliot: That's better.
Adrian Forrester: Please don't be afraid of me.
[starts kissing Nick]
Nick Eliot: Wait a minute, waait a minute, wait a minute.
Adrian Forrester: What? What?
Nick Eliot: We gotta go.
[starts walking back to the Valiant]
Adrian Forrester: Nick...
Nick Eliot: Come on! Come on!
Amy Maddik: Hi.
Nick Eliot: Hey.
Amy Maddik: Brought you a present, Nick.
Nick Eliot: Cool.
Amy Maddik: Thank you.
Nick Eliot: I don't think we need another break do you?
Amy Maddik: No, no, I don't think so. Looks like you took care of everything.
Nick Eliot: Pretty much.
Amy Maddik: If it's worth anything, I'm glad you're moving.
Nick Eliot: You're glad. I'm overjoyed.
Amy Maddik: Hey, Nick?
Nick Eliot: Yeah?
Amy Maddik: I gotta ask you a question.
Nick Eliot: Shoot.
Amy Maddik: Next week, Michael's benefit.
Nick Eliot: Uh-huh.
Amy Maddik: Are you going?
Nick Eliot: Well, we, uh, have to, right?
Amy Maddik: I want you to go with me.
Nick Eliot: What? You mean, like, together? On a date?
Amy Maddik: Okay, never mind. I know I shouldn't of even a-a...
Nick Eliot: No, wait a minute. What ever happen to, "Don't get your meat where you lay your eggs," thing?
Amy Maddik: Bread where you make your bread.
Nick Eliot: Bread, bread, right.
Amy Maddik: Well, I wouldn't wanna see you slow dance with Samantha.
Nick Eliot: Mm-hmm.
Amy Maddik: ...Or some thirteen-year-old.
Nick Eliot: Fourteen.
Amy Maddik: I, uh, wouldn't like that.
Nick Eliot: [opens door] Cliff! Hi.
Cliff Forrester: Hi.
Cliff Forrester: What are you doin' here?
Nick Eliot: What? You mean here? Well, I was just, uh, returning a book to Adrian. She's upstairs.
Cliff Forrester: Oh.
Nick Eliot: So... and anyway, I - I really gotta get going.
Cliff Forrester: Nick?
Nick Eliot: Yeah?
Cliff Forrester: Could you give me a hand gettin' this stuff upstairs. I don't think my back's gonna make it.
Nick Eliot: Well, I really gotta get going...
Cliff Forrester: Oh, it'll take just a minute. I'd sure appreciate it.
[hands boxes to Nick]
Cliff Forrester: There. You are a pal.
Adrian Forrester: He literally cried on my shoulder. Poor baby. Broke my heart.
Cheyenne: So, how is she?
Adrian Forrester: Uh - Well, they think she'll live but - Anyway, I think its brought Nick and I a lot closer. Well, you'll sit with him, won't you?
Cheyenne: If I see'em. If he comes.
Adrian Forrester: He'll be here. Aren't ya gonna tell me to break a leg?
Cheyenne: [when Adrian is out of earshot] Break'em both.
Mrs. Tinkerman: I'll get a plumber in to fix the shower, and have my grandson get your fresh coat of paint. First of the month sound alright?
Nick Eliot: I was kinda hopin' moving this week. If it's alright with you?
Mrs. Tinkerman: Well, why don't we let your check clear and get that shower fixed? I'll let you know first thing next week.
Nick Eliot: Great. Thank you, Mrs. Tinkerman. Thank you.
Nick Eliot: [hears screen door creak] Hello?
Adrian Forrester: Hi!
Nick Eliot: You know, most people knock!
Adrian Forrester: I did. You didn't hear!
[looking at photograph]
Adrian Forrester: Is this you?
Nick Eliot: Mm-hmm. That is me and David Cummings.
Adrian Forrester: Who?
Nick Eliot: Dave Cummings. One of the great reporters of his generation. One time or another, he had a byline in every paper across the country, and he was also my grandfather.
Adrian Forrester: You were so cute. Can I have it?
Nick Eliot: It's the only one I have.
Adrian Forrester: Please?
Nick Eliot: No.
Adrian Forrester: You always write in a computer?
Nick Eliot: I'd be lost without it.
Adrian Forrester: Makes you wonder how, uh, your grandfather got along. Then again, he wasn't writing for trendy magazines, was he?
Nick Eliot: Ha, ha, ha. Now, will you get outta here, and let me get dressed?
Adrian Forrester: I got ya something.
Nick Eliot: Oh, yeah? What?
Adrian Forrester: [hands gift bag to Nick] Open it and find out.
Nick Eliot: [finds a pair of shades] Wow. Cool. Thank you, Adrian. Now, I'm late.
Adrian Forrester: Um, you're gonna to my parents' party on Saturday night, aren't you?
Nick Eliot: Uhh, I don't know, Adrian.
Adrian Forrester: My mother invited you, didn't she?
Nick Eliot: Yeah, but, uh, I gotta work.
Adrian Forrester: Please? It's gonna be all my mom's boring old friends.
Nick Eliot: I'll try.
Adrian Forrester: [blocks doorway] Not good enough.
Nick Eliot: I said, "I'll try." Now, let me go.
Adrian Forrester: Pretty please?
Nick Eliot: Out.
Adrian Forrester: [steps out of doorway and opens door for Nick]
Liv Forrester: Oh, Nick! Nick, I'm so glad you could make it.
Nick Eliot: Hi.
Liv Forrester: Honey! Honey! This is Nick. Nick, this is my husband, Cliff Forrester.
Nick Eliot: Hello.
Cliff Forrester: My wife speaks very highly of you. How's everything out back?
Nick Eliot: Oh, well, it's great, sir. Uh, you have a beautiful place.
Cliff Forrester: Well, thank you. You enjoy it.
Nick Eliot: Thank you.
Liv Forrester: Honey. Honey. Look. There are the Mortons. Oh, my God. I think she's had her eyes done.
Cliff Forrester: Oh, yeah... Sam Pristine did her eyes five years ago.
Liv Forrester: No?
Cliff Forrester: Now, it's her breasts, I was wondering about.
Liv Forrester: [sighs] Excuse us, Nick. Come on.
Cliff Forrester: Hang in there, Nick.