October Sky (1999) Poster

(1999)

William Lee Scott: Roy Lee

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  • Homer : Man, we should be trying to get into that science fair instead of sitting around here like a bunch of hillbillies.

    Roy Lee : Well, I got some real sad news for you Homer. We *are* a bunch of hillbillies.

  • Roy Lee : I'll tell you what's unbelievable... captain of the football team being jealous of you.

  • Roy Lee : Let them have outer space. We got rock 'n' roll.

  • Homer : [Reading the newspaper aloud]  "The silvery cylinder burst forth in a fiery column of smoke and flame, racing the very wind as it soared into the sky, a messenger of these Rocket Boys of Big Creek.

    [Chuckling] 

    Homer : These boys use their brains, not brawn, who play not football, but with Apollo's fire."

    O'Dell : [Chuckles] 

    Dorothy Platt : [Walks up to Homer, elated]  Hi Homer.

    Homer : [Quietly]  Hi Dorothy.

    Dorothy Platt : Would you please sign my newspaper?

    Homer : Sure.

    Dorothy Platt : I just know you're going to be really famous someday.

    Homer : [Stares at Dorothy, mesmerized] 

    Roy Lee : H - O - M - E - R

  • Roy Lee : I don't know why they'd drop a bomb on this place, be a heck of a waste of a bomb.

  • [imitating, incorrectly, Quentin's favorite saying] 

    Roy Lee : Prodigenous!

  • Roy Lee : Are you sure we need this nozzle thing?

    Quentin : Are you kidding? The nozzle is the most important part - it directs the flow of the hot gases!

    Roy Lee : Hey, cool it, Quentin! Man, talkin' 'bout your 'hot gases'...

  • O'Dell : Besides, didn't your dad say no more rockets?

    Homer : No, he said no more rockets on company property.

    O'Dell : Do you realize how far we'd have to go to be off company property?

    Homer : Yeah, we'd have to go to Snakeroot.

    Quentin : Snakeroot? That's eight miles!

    Homer : It's not *that* far. I mean we could walk if we had to...

    O'Dell : Hey, walk! Heh! That's a great idea!

    Homer : Come on let's go!

    Roy Lee : Wait the hell up, will you Homer? Now I got about as much chance of winning that science fair as you do winning a football scholarship. I know I'm gonna be a miner. I've known my entire life. What the hell's so bad about mining coal anyway?

    Homer : Nothing Roy Lee. It's great. That's why your stepdaddy is the biggest drunk in West Virginia! I mean, come on guys! You know the mine'll kill you!

    [to Quentin] 

    Homer : You ever hear the story about how O'Dell's dad died?

    Roy Lee : Homer... will you forget it, man?

    O'Dell : Shut up, Homer.

    Homer : Piece of slate caught him right in the neck... and it cut his head clear off.

    O'Dell : [tackles Homer]  You son of a bitch!

  • Homer , Roy Lee , O'Dell : [after lighting their first rocket]  Ten, nine, eight...

    Roy Lee : Should we get behind something?

    [it blows up and they fly back] 

  • Roy Lee : That's a good idea. Four unidentifiable high school students lost their lives early this morning when their toy rocket exploded.

  • Roy Lee : H-O-M-E-R.

  • Homer : Why're the jocks the only ones who get to go to college?

    Roy Lee : They're also the only ones who get the girls.

  • Roy Lee : That thing had better fly, or you can kiss your chances of losing your virginity goodbye.

  • Homer : [jumps into Roy Lee's car to go to football tryouts]  Let's go, Roy Lee! It's almost nine.

    Roy Lee : You sure are in a hurry to get yourself killed, huh, kid?

    O'Dell : There are easier ways to commit suicide, Homer.

    Homer : Would you just step on it, Roy Lee?

    Roy Lee : [frustrated with his car]  I *am* stepping on it.

  • Roy Lee : What's an auk?

    O'Dell : It's a bird that don't fly.

    Roy Lee : You mean like a parakeet?

  • Homer : [gunshot in background]  Hey Quentin!

    [another gunshot] 

    Homer : That rocket had to have gone up at least 100 feet didn't it?

    Quentin : More like two hundred.

    [another gunshot] 

    Homer : Goddammit.

    Homer : [another gunshot]  Will you cut it out, Roy Lee?

    Roy Lee : Die you son of a bitch!

    [fires another round into the grill of his broken down car] 

  • Roy Lee : [after a rocket launch]  Holy shit, it's headed for the mine.

    [beat, then runs] 

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