World's Greatest Dad (I) (2009)
Lance Clayton: I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone.
Lance Clayton: You guys didn't like Kyle. That's okay. I didn't either. I loved him. He was my son. But he was also a douchebag.
Lance Clayton: Ernest Hemingway once said all he wanted to do was write one true sentence. He also tried to scratch an itch on the back of his head with a shotgun.
Lance Clayton: If you're that depressed, reach out to someone, and remember, suicide is a permanent solution to temporary problems.
Lance Clayton: What's Andrew doing here?
Kyle: What? Andrew? Don't bother Andrew, alright? He has asthma.
Kyle: Bruce Hornsby's a fag.
Lance Clayton: He's got kids, Kyle.
Kyle: You have a kid. And you're a fag.
Claire: So, do you play sports?
Kyle: No, I'm a big spaz like my dad.
Lance Clayton: Well, I was in the dive team in college.
Kyle: Diving's not really a sport; it's falling.
Lance Clayton: Come on now, Kyle, you must be passionate about something.
Kyle: You wanna know what I like? I like looking at vaginas.
Lance Clayton: Oh.
Kyle: All day long.
Andrew: You know what's strange about the book?
Lance Clayton: What?
Andrew: Kyle never talks about vaginas, anal sex, fisting, felching, or rimjobs.
Lance Clayton: Yeah, it is a little light in the felching area, you're right. But I think it's there, Andrew, in its own way.
Kyle: Goodnight, whore.
Lance Clayton: Jesus Christ, Andrew, why can't you let it go, okay? No wonder your mother drinks.
Andrew: You know the last thing Kyle said to me? Said you're a stupid fucking idiot. Have a good time on your TV show; Kyle's still dead.
Lance Clayton: [during his dinner date with Claire] Kyle, who are you texting?
Lance Clayton: Well, why don't you give that a break while we're eating, son.
Kyle: No, I can't do that. It's important.
Lance Clayton: [forcingly] Put it away.
Andrew: I think they're doing it.
Kyle: What? You think that they're fucking? Andrew, Andrew, you have to understand that fucking pussy's virgin shit, alright?
Dr. Dana: I want to read this: "Is it more important for me to be a good person, or to be thought of as a good person? I'm so sick of living a life in fear of being found out for the phony I am. A life where I don't trust anyone's intentions, including my own."
Lance Clayton: He was a sweet boy.
Lance Clayton: I'm sorry.
Dr. Dana: But there was a lot brewing underneath?
Lance Clayton: The tragedy is, I didn't know until his death how sad he was. Or profound.
Lance Clayton: Poetry is about saying something from your heart. Something personal, okay?
[in Lance Clayton's poetry class]
Jason: Negro? I may be young, but I'm not your boy. I won't pick your cotton or pick up your dishes. Yeah, I sing, I dance. But I do it with the dignity of my ancestors. I am not your monkey.
Lance Clayton: [wearily] Right on.
Jason: [raising a Black power fist] Stay Black, y'all.
Lance Clayton: [resigned] Anybody else have *their* haiku?