Enough, alright?! You've been walled up in here for three days watching this stuff! You need to get out! Let's...let's go to the pier! Or the movies! SOMETHING!
Sure! Let's go to that place where...everybody hates me! (reaches up and puts her legs on the floor) Or the other place where everybody hates me. Ooh. (claps) Ooh, no, we'll go to the place with the really good nachos. WHERE EVERYBODY HATES ME.
[talking very fast] Oversized sweatshirt buying Daddy who just said three-time Academy Award winner, director, producer of Jaws, Jurassic Park, E.T., and Men in Black 1 and 2 wants me to star in his next big blockbuster opposite of Mission Impossible hunkhouse Tom Cruise say what?
But what I don't understand is that after six years, you don't know me well enough to be like yeah I would be really mad at you and then I'd be really happy for you!
Oh so you just thought you could do anything you could to make me not wanna go to college with you? Well congratulations, you got your wish! You're the last person I would want to go to college with! No, you're the last person that I would want to go ANYWHERE with!
You're right, you know there's gonna be a million concerts and tours and movies, but I only get one chance to go to college with my best friend. [they hug] I love you so much.
Your father? Sure, boss. If you want. But there are different kinds of power. When I was a kid, there was a gangster, real old-school type. Rex Calabrese. He was a big deal, at least in my neighborhood. He helped people. If someone in your family was sick, he'd find you a doctor. Short on rent, front you the cash. Knew everyone's names, too. I dunno how he kept 'em all in his head, but he saw you on the street, he'd call out to you, ask how you were. Felt like he meant it, too. When I'm fourteen or something, he has a heart attack and dies, still holding his cigar. In my neighborhood, they threw a parade in his honor. A friggin parade. I mean, it wasn't fancy, but it was the gesture. The show of love, of what he meant. Can you imagine? To be remembered like that? Revered?
AAlberto
What is this? You want me to be like some small-time asshole?
Holy shit, it is! This is your dream. It's so sweet, too! And so pathetic. You really think people would make a float of your dumb face and march it down the street chanting your goddamn name? "Oh, oh, Oswald Cobb! Remember him? What a guy!" What a little bitch.
I mean, at the end of the day, this is all about money, right? Maybe we don't see eye-to-eye on every little thing. Y'know, maybe you don't like me... That's fine. I'm an acquired taste. But I make you money.
