Inventing the Abbotts (1997)
Helen Holt: There's different kinds of love, darling. Some people you love no matter what, and others you love if the situation is right. To me, the best kind of love is the "no matter what" kind.
Lloyd Abbott: [shows Jacey the door after Alice backs away from him] Now get the hell out of here, you ruttin' stud. Keep your poor-boy dick out of my daughters.
Lloyd Abbott: [to Jacey] I have plans for my daughters, Mr. Holt; they don't include you. I know you: I know you better than you know me. I know all there is to know about screwing your way into a wealthy family and there's no way I'm gonna let you screw your way into mine.
Doug Holt: My brother and I were born strangers. Same last name, same address, but everything else about us was different. Back then, Jacey was a complete mystery to me, and I was a constant source of embarassment to him.
Doug Holt: [sarcastically] Every time an Abbott girl gets her period they throw some kind of party!
Eleanor Abbott: [to Jacey] I just do things. I let other people figure them out. That's what parents are for; they're really good at doing all the thinking, so why should I? I think this is what they called the silent treatment. I get enough of it from my father, I don't need it from you. So good luck at Penn.
Narrator: My mother's life had been damaged by a lie, and my brother was forever lost in a maze of illusions that lie had created... and I had followed him there. Jacey would never find his way out, but I had to... and the only way I could do that was to forgive, but I could never forget.
Narrator: Although she seemed unique to me then, I now know that the world is filled with working women raising children by themselves. There was nothing especially original about my mother... not even in the way she finally brought her sons back together again.
Narrator: The truth about our mother and Lloyd didn't comfort Jacey, because the truth seemed to him just as unfair as the lie he had always believed in.
Lloyd Abbott: [to Doug] You didn't know your mother at all if you think someone like me would ever stood a chance with someone like her.
Narrator: My mother was right; if the Abbotts didn't exist, Jacey would have had to invent them, but it seems to me that inventing the Abbotts was something that almost everyone in Haley did, and still do. Alice reunited with Peter, lived out the same lie of a happy marriage that her mother and father have lived, and a new generation of Abbott parties began.
Helen Holt: [to Doug] You do realize you may be the only person at this party with artificial sideburns?
Pamela Abbott: Stop treating me like an Abbott!
Doug Holt: How the hell am I supposed to treat you?
Pamela Abbott: Like you used to; like just plain Pam. And you don't have to say you're sorry! Don't look at me as though someone just ran over your dog! It makes me want to scream sometimes.
Doug Holt: Either you're mad at me because you're mad at me or you're mad at me because you like me, because that's how girls act. I mean... I don't know much but I know that. So, uh, which is it?
Pamela Abbott: Both.
Doug Holt: Backyard nudity is hypocritical. It's insincere. People should do and say exactly what they feel and think and not try to hide things.
Narrator: Jacey pretended to care for Alice so well, the illusion became so complete that even he was fooled.
Jacey: [talking about Doug's artificial sideburns] You look like a clown. He looks like a clown, mom, and he doesn't even know it.
Narrator: The end of my innocence and childhood began in 1957. It is remarkable to me now just how little I knew then about the people around me. It took me years to figure out exactly what the truth was, especially given my brother's knack at inventing facts. My mother once told me that if the Abbotts didn't exist, my brother would have had to invent them.
Narrator: Everything Jacey wanted in life, the Abbotts already had: their cars, money, country clubs. But in the beginning, more than anything else, he wanted Eleanor Abbott. I'd witnessed enough of my brother's social agony to resolve early on. I would never let the Abbotts matter to me.
Narrator: I had always thought of Eleanor Abbott as just another stuck-up rich girl, a flirt, a tease. But she proved to be a bigger rebel than I ever was. Jacey and I never talked about that thing with Eleanor in the garage, but Jacey never bragged about his conquests. When he went off to college that fall, I didn't feel particularly sad, I felt free.
Narrator: My brother was more successful at reinventing himself than I was. Jacey's parties at the University of Pennsylvannia were the hippest ones around. And even though he had a major in architecture, he seriously minored in beautiful co-eds.
Pamela Abbott: Look, I'm not rich, my father is. And I didn't pick my father. And if I had a choice between having tons of money or having another father, I'd be absolutely delighted to be poor. But unfortunately, life is just not a cafeteria.
Doug Holt: Life is not a cafeteria?
Pamela Abbott: You know what I mean.
Doug Holt: You always loved me no matter what I did, right?
Pamela Abbott: Yeah.
Doug Holt: Maybe that's how I love you. No matter what. It's the best kind of love, you know?
Eleanor Abbott: [Lloyd catches her with Jacey] Hi, daddy.
Lloyd Abbott: What are you doing out here?
Eleanor Abbott: Fucking Jacey.
Lloyd Abbott: Get in the car.
Doug Holt: Hey, Jacey... Remember that time I got my dick caught in my zipper? Remember in school, in the first grade?
Co-ed: You know, I'm engaged.
Jacey Holt: So am I.
Co-ed: You are?
Jacey Holt: Sure. I'm engaged in conversation with you.
Alice Abbott: I'm married.
Jacey: I thought you were getting a divorce.
Alice Abbott: I am, but it's not final yet. Besides, I'm two years older than you.
Jacey: Well good, then if the cops come, we can just them you bought the beer.
Pamela Abbott: So who do you look more like, your mother or your father?
Doug Holt: Oh, I don't know.
Pamela Abbott: What did your father look like?
Doug Holt: Like a photograph.
Doug Holt: Why's it okay for you to sneak around with me, but it's not alright for Alice to sneak around with Jacey?
Pamela Abbott: Because it's different. I'm not Alice and you're not Jacey. Alice is like my mother, they get hurt so easy. They're like turtles without shells.
Doug Holt: I'm not like you, Jacey. I don't want to be.
Jacey: I'm sorry.
Doug Holt: Yeah, you are.