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James Leer: Now, that is a big trunk. It holds a tuba, a suitcase, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly.

Grady Tripp: That's just what they used to say in the ads.

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Vernon Hardapple: Why did you keep writing this book if you didn't even know what it was about?

Grady Tripp: I couldn't stop.

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Terry Crabtree: [after he lost Grady's manuscript] Naturally you have copies.

Grady Tripp: I have an alternate version of the first chapter.

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Grady Tripp: It's been a long time since someone wrote a really good book in jail.

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[Sara smells Antonia's perfume on Grady's clothes]

Sara Gaskell: Is that Cristalle?

Grady Tripp: Mm.

Sara Gaskell: My God, I wear the same scent as a transvestite.

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Grady Tripp: [Narrating] So there it was. Somewhere in the night, a Manhattan book editor was prowling the streets of Pittsburgh; best-selling author at his side, dead dog in his trunk.

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Hannah Green: Grady, you know how in class you're always telling us that writers make choices?

Grady Tripp: Yeah.

Hannah Green: And even though you're book is really beautiful, I mean, amazingly beautiful, it's... it's at times... it's... very detailed. You know, with the genealogies of everyone's horses, and the dental records, and so on. And... I could be wrong, but it sort of reads in places like you didn't make any choices. At all. And I was just wondering if it might not be different if... if when you wrote you weren't always... under the influence.

Grady Tripp: Well... thank you for the thought, but shocking as it may sound, I am not the first writer to sip a little weed. Furthermore, it might surprise you to know that one book I wrote, as you say, "under the influence," just happened to win a little something called the Pen Award. Which, by the way, I accepted under the influence.

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Traxler: Say, Professor Tripp, is all that stuff true about Errol Flynn? How he used to put paprika... on his dick... to make it, you know, like... more stimulating... for the chick?

Grady Tripp: Christ, Traxler, how the hell should *I* know?

Traxler: [gesturing to James Leer's rucksack that Tripp is holding] You're reading his biography, aren't you?

Grady Tripp: Oh. No, it's true. He used to rub all sorts of things on it. Salad dressing... ground lamb...

Traxler: Sick!

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James Leer: What are we doing?

Grady Tripp: I'm gonna get you a nice meal, a couple cups of coffee, then I'm taking you home.

James Leer: Take me now.

Grady Tripp: What?

James Leer: I'm not hungry.

Grady Tripp: James, you gotta eat.

James Leer: I'll get something out of the vending machine.

Grady Tripp: Vending machine? What are you talking about?

James Leer: At the bus station, they have these cheese sandwiches. They're pretty good. It's better if you take me now. That way, Carl won't get my spot.

Grady Tripp: Carl?

James Leer: Never mind.

Grady Tripp: James, go get us a table, will ya? I'm not letting the most talented writer in my class eat some week-old cheese sandwich, okay?

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Grady Tripp: I had no business trudging up to James Leer's parents' house in the middle of the night. Not when all that really mattered was trying to make things right with Sarah. But we had decided to rescue James Leer. I wasn't quite sure from what because I was pretty much convinced that everything that came out of James' mouth was basically horseshit. But maybe that really didn't matter. Sometimes people just need to be rescued.

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James Leer: Professor Tripp? Can I ask you a question?

Grady Tripp: Yeah, James.

James Leer: What are we going to do with... it?

Grady Tripp: I don't know. I'm still trying to figure out how to tell the Chancellor I murdered her husband's dog.

James Leer: You?

Grady Tripp: Trust me, James, when the family pet's been assassinated, the owner doesn't want to hear one of her students was the trigger man.

James Leer: Does she want to hear it was one of her professors?

Grady Tripp: ...I've got tenure.

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Q: I... am a writer.

[applause]

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Hannah Green: James will know about George Sanders.

James Leer: George Sanders?

Hannah Green: Mr. Crabtree was saying how George Sanders killed himself, only he couldn't remember how.

James Leer: Pills. April 25, 1972, in a Costa Brava hotel room.

Terry Crabtree: How comprehensive of you.

Hannah Green: James is amazing. He knows all the movie suicides. Go ahead, James. Tell him.

James Leer: There are so many.

Hannah Green: Well, just a few. The big ones.

James Leer: Pier Angeli, 1971 or '72, also pills. Donald "Red" Barry, shot himself in 1980. Charles Boyer, 1978, pills again. Charles Butterworth, 1946, I think. In a car. Supposedly, it was an accident, but, you know, he was distraught. Dorothy Dandridge, pills, 1965. Albert Dekker, 1968. He hung himself. He wrote his suicide note in lipstick on his stomach. William Inge, carbon monoxide, 1973. Carole Landis, pills again. I forget when. George Reeves, "Superman" on TV, shot himself. Jean Seberg, pills, of course, 1979. Everett Sloane - he was good - pills. Margaret Sullavan, pills. Lupe Velez, a lot of pills. Gig Young, he shot himself and his wife in 1978. There are tons more.

Hannah Green: I haven't heard of half of them.

Terry Crabtree: You did them alphabetically.

James Leer: It's just how my brain works, I guess.

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[last lines]

Grady Tripp: As for me, I lost everything: my wife, my book, my job, everything that I thought was important. But I finally knew where I wanted to go. And now I have someone to help me get there.

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Sara Gaskell: So. I guess we just divorce our spouses, marry each other, and have this baby, right? Simple.

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James Leer: It's just... for good luck. Some people carry rabbits' feet...

Grady Tripp: ...You carry firearms.

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Terry Crabtree: Let me get this straight. Jerry Nathan owes you money, so as collateral he gives you his car.

Grady Tripp: Only I'm beginning to think that the car wasn't exactly Jerry's to give.

Terry Crabtree: Ah, so whose car was it?

Grady Tripp: My guess? Vernon Hardapple.

Terry Crabtree: The hood jumper?

Grady Tripp: He said a few things that lead me to believe that the car was his.

Terry Crabtree: Such as?

Grady Tripp: "That's my car, motherfucker."

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James Leer: You want a bite?

Grady Tripp: No thanks.

James Leer: That's why you're having them. Your spells.

Grady Tripp: Spells? Jesus, James, you make it sound like we're in a Tennessee Williams play. I don't get spells.

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Grady Tripp: Shit, James. You shot Dr. Gaskell's dog.

James Leer: I had to! Didn't I?

Grady Tripp: Couldn't you have just pulled him off me?

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[Grady offers James some codiene pills]

James Leer: No thanks. I'm fine without them.

Grady Tripp: Right. That's why you were standing in the Chancellor's back yard twirling that little cap gun of yours tonight. You're fine, all right, you're fit as a fucking fiddle.

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Grady Tripp: James like it or not those people out there are your parents.

James Leer: They're not my parents.

Grady Tripp: What?

James Leer: They're my grandparents... my parents are dead.

Grady Tripp: James the man is obviously your father... you look just like him.

James Leer: There's a reason for that.

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Grady Tripp: I hope you don't find this forward Amanda, but I wonder if I might ask: Did you ever go to Catholic school?

Amanda Leer: Excuse me?

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Grady Tripp: Okay, James, I wish you hadn't shot my girlfriend's dog. Even though Poe and I weren't exactly what you'd call simpatico, that's no reason he should've taken two in the chest.

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Walter Gaskell: Are you drinking, Professor Tripp, right now?

Grady Tripp: [smoking weed] No.

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Oola: I know you. Double Dickel on the rocks. I never forget a drink.

Grady Tripp: And I never forget an Oola.

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[eating a box of white-powder donuts]

James Leer: These are incredible. Incredible!

Grady Tripp: Finish the rest of that joint, James, you can start chewing on the box.

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James Leer: No offence, Professor Tripp, but you look kinda crappy.

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Terry Crabtree: [Looking at James Leer's book] The Love Parade... I've got a feeling about this, Tripp. I feel this kid in my bones.

Grady Tripp: ONLY in your bones?

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Wordfest party guest: How did you feel about the adaptation?

Wordfest party guest: I thought it was more literary than cinematic...

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[Grady and Hannah are putting a stoned James Leer into the back of Hannah's car]

Grady Tripp: All right. Let him crash at my house.

Hannah Green: Where should I put him?

Grady Tripp: In the shape that he's in, you could stand him up in the garage next to the snow shovels and he'd be all right.

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Sara Gaskell: You didn't happen to call our house last night, did you?

Grady Tripp: I think I might have, yes.

Sara Gaskell: What do you think you might have said?

Grady Tripp: I think I might have said I was in love with you.

[pause]

Grady Tripp: He told you?

Sara Gaskell: He told me.

Grady Tripp: And what did you say?

Sara Gaskell: I said it didn't sound like you.

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[first lines]

Grady Tripp: "The young girl sat perfectly still in the confessional listening to her father's boots scrape like chalk on the ancient steps of the church, then grow faint, then disappear altogether. She could sense the priest beyond the grate..." On that particular Friday afternoon, last February, I was reading a story to my Advanced Writers' Workshop by one James Leer, Junior Lit major and sole inhabitant of his own gloomy gulag.

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Vernon Hardapple: Man, that musta been one nutty book.

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Grady Tripp: Sometimes, people just need to be rescued.

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Terry Crabtree: I just want you to know I heard everything the whole parents, grandparents, chinatown thing. I believe you. That's why we're hear. Go get dressed.

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Grady Tripp: Whenever I wondered what Sara saw in me, and I wondered more than once, I always came back to the fact that she loved to read. She read everything every spare moment. She was a junkie for the printed word. And lucky for me, I manufactured her drug of choice.

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[Crabtree and a student drag James, hopped up on codeine, out of the auditorium]

James Leer: The doors made so much noise!

Grady Tripp: Is he all right?

James Leer: It was so embarrassing! He had to be carried out.

Terry Crabtree: He's fine. He's narrating.

James Leer: They were going to the restroom. But would they make it in time?

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Grady Tripp: She's a transvestite.

Terry Crabtree: You're stoned.

Grady Tripp: She's still a transvestite.

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James Leer: You're not like my other teachers, Professor Tripp.

Grady Tripp: You're not like my other students, James.

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James Leer: Whose tuba is that, anyway?

Grady Tripp: Miss Sloviak's.

James Leer: Can I ask you something about her?

Grady Tripp: Yes, she is.

James Leer: So is your friend Crabtree, is he... is he gay?

Grady Tripp: Most of the time he is, James. Some of the time he isn't.

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Grady Tripp: I'm a teacher, not a Holiday Inn.

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Grady Tripp: Where's the cake?

Terry Crabtree: Right behind you.

Grady Tripp: That's not what I meant.

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Grady Tripp: Fine, just fine.

James Leer: Yeah, fit as a fucking fiddle.

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Grady Tripp: What do we have here? This looks like... that's our old friend Mr. Codeine. That should take the old pinch out of the ankle. Want one?

James Leer: No, thanks. I'm fine without them.

Grady Tripp: Right. That's why you were standing in the chancellor's backyard spinning that "cap gun" of yours. You're fine. Yeah, you're just as fit as a fuckin' fiddle.

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James Leer: You're mad at me, aren't you? You're mad because I shot your girlfriend's dog.

Grady Tripp: It wasn't her dog, it was her husband's...

[looking at James]

Grady Tripp: Who said anything about a girlfriend?

James Leer: [smiling back]

Grady Tripp: Okay, James, I wish you hadn't shot my girlfriends dog. Even though Poe and I were not exactly what you'd call simpatico that's no reason he should've taken two in the chest

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Grady Tripp: [Narrating] She was a junkie for the printed word. Lucky for me, I manufactured her drug of choice.

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Terry Crabtree: There must be two dozen windows, how do we find his?

Grady Tripp: I told you, they keep him "chained" in the basement.

Terry Crabtree:

  • Music Coming From Within The Windows Of The Basement - Rodgers & Hart?


Grady Tripp: James Leer.

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Antonia "Tony" Sloviak: Oh, that's such a beautiful Greenhouse.

Grady Tripp: It's Mrs. Gaskells, it's her hobby.

Terry Crabtree: I thought YOU were Mrs. Gaskell's hobby.

Grady Tripp: Piss off, will ya Crabs? I lost a wife today.

Terry Crabtree: You'll find another one, you always do. She'll be younger,prettier, they always are.

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Grady Tripp: I have to go over to my wife's parents house today, to gather a few things.

James Leer: The one that left you?

Grady Tripp: Yes James, that one.

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Terry Crabtree: So is he any good?

Grady Tripp: No, not yet.

Terry Crabtree: Well, I'm going to read it, anyway.

Grady Tripp: Aw Crabs, C'mon will you? He's one of my students for Christsakes. Besides, I'm not even sure if he's...

Terry Crabtree: He IS. I'm sure, take my word for it, I see myself in him.

Grady Tripp: Oh, I'm sure you do.

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Grady Tripp: I don't drink - normally - but this was turning out to be one fucked-up day. And now I found myself in close proximity to Sara's husband and his dog, Poe. Despite his much-vaunted Harvard education Dr. Walter Gaskell didn't have a clue about his wife and me. Poe had been onto me from day one.

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Hannah Green: I'm not the downy innocent you painted me as.

Grady Tripp: That's a shame, we need all the downy innocents we can get.

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Grady Tripp: At least you're thinking. Most people don't think, James.

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Student: All your stories make me want to kill myself.

Hannah Green: I think we need something more constructive, here. He lets you in.

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James Leer: "Arsonist's Daughter" wasn't a fraud. It made me want to be a writer.

Grady Tripp: And for that, James, you have my eternal apologies.

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Terry Crabtree: I hear you raided the Crabtree pharmacopeia?

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Vernon Hardapple: You drivin' this car?

Grady Tripp: Excuse me?

Vernon Hardapple: This 1966 maroon Ford Galaxie 500. You drivin' this car?

Grady Tripp: It's mine.

Vernon Hardapple: Bullshit! It's mine, motherfucka!

Grady Tripp: You must be mistaken.

Vernon Hardapple: Bullshit!

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