PMr. Price
Ahem. Pardon me, but the point of this afternoon is to pretend that you might one day make a valuable contribution to society. Perhaps you could play along. For example, Ms. Polk, you might want to look into journalism, which is a profession where they actually pay people to be cynical and disaffected.
Not since all the publications got consumed by media conglomerates who manipulate information and--
PMr. Price
Go. And what career would you like to explore, Mr. Rove?
I want to do something soulless and corporate, Mr. Price.
SSylvia
Yeah, I need a baby-sitter. I need a cheap baby-sitter who's not a psycho.
I can do it. And I'm not a psycho.
SSylvia
Rocky, my kid, he's really a great kid. He mostly entertains himself. And you're really not a psycho?
No, I'm-- I'm totally normal. You can even ask my friend. [They both turn to look at Adam who is banging his head against the window.] Um, maybe you should just take my word for it.
What you reading? [she shows him the book] Why?
Because for me, sometimes it's like Kevin died, and I need to deal with that.
I know. I'm the one who's always preaching gratitude and moving on, and I was clinging to that so hard, and then it-- it stopped working for me. I felt alone, and I, um... I talked to a priest. I didn't want to bother you.
That was the deal we made a long time ago. You get to bother me. You don't have to do anything alone.
I'm sorry I lied to you about the priest. That's who I met on my lunch break.
You come to me, not some stranger. Promise me.
You know, I'm not certain this magnet is powerful enough for my needs.
[He puts a little jar of paint in is pocket.]
See, 'cause what I want to do is make a rail gun that lessens the power requirements of the compulsator by increasing the magnetic field using ceramic magnets.
[He puts the magnet and another jar of paint in his pocket.]
Oh. Well, Mr. Big bucks has a job and wants to show off. Thanks. What are you-- what are you doing?
It's called the wheelchair discount.
[Kevin puts only 1 or 2 jars of paint on the counter. We know he has many more in his pockets.]
Fine. Be jelly. I'm just trying to help you out here.
[To the clerk] You want me to empty out my pockets or anything?
'Cause sometimes my chair sets off the alarm.
CClerk
Uh, it won't be necessary. $3.87, please. See?
[To Luke] It's like being invisible. Isn't that one of those geek powers you always used to wish for?
[To the clerk] Is this the strongest magnet you've got?
[To Luke] That's $6.49 you could have saved. [And he wheels out]
[Kevin rolls back up to the counter and puts the remaining paint jars on the counter and leaves.]
I'm sorry, um, I'll pay for these.
CClerk
Poor guy, right? I mean, he's got it tough. Poor bastard.
Ok. See, what you're doing right there, you might as well spit on him. It even makes me want to steal from you. I know you're trying to be a nice guy, here, but still, I'd like to smash your face.
[Knocking on the door frame] I brought you the stuff you needed.
The stuff you bought for me, you mean? I don't need it. I'm getting rid of all my toys.
Well, scale models are not toys.
It's time for me to grow up.
I wasn't aware that was something you could just decide.
I was the perfect big brother. Come on, admit it. I'm stronger, faster, better-looking.
Well, not better-looking.
It's a reality, kid. Face it. People were nice to you because you were Kevin Girardi's kid brother. Probably kept you from being beat up about a hundred times.
I do seem to attract threats of violence.
Last night, the natural order was reversed. You were the Big Brother. You were smarter and stronger and tougher.
I'm the big brother in this family, in or out of the wheelchair, so get off of my cloud.
The cloud reference eludes me.
Yesterday... that will not happen again.
Are you apologizing to me? No, no, of course not. Why--why would you? It's an explanation, and that's enough.
If you can't get your money back, I'll reimburse you.
Well, that's ok. Of course. Yes, I can use the money. And you're fully capable.
You're going to be proud of me again.
[Adam turns around and walks away]
[Sigh] He's never going to forgive me.
The dude has a photographic memory. Everytime he thinks he might forgive you, the image of you smashing his artwork just pops into his head. Not that I've discussed it with him.
MWMan with gun
Thirteen bucks?
I've got a wife and kids.
MWMan with gun
Oh, that changes everything, wife and kids. There's a free pass for that one.
I'm not begging for mercy, I'm explaining why I only have thirteen bucks in my wallet.
I don't want to drive. Why are you making me?
Most young people want to drive. Why are you so hesitant?
Well you know everything. Why don't you tell me?
Perhaps your mother is correct. You're afraid of hurting yourself and ending up like Kevin.
Balderdash! You've always been a headstrong, brave child not overly concerned with your own well-being - a trait you inherited from your father. What you fear is hurting someone else. You fear that one instance of bad judgement might entail consequences. Consequences like those...
Like Kevin? That's... that's why I don't want to drive. I mean, isn't that... isn't that a pretty good reason?
Being an adult isn't merely about risking your own well-being, it means risking others' - in cars, in love, in family - hurting others is always a possibility. That's what's difficult about being an adult: facing the harsh fact that you may hurt others even when you don't want to.
Then it's a flaw in the design, and who's fault is that?
It might help if you think of the Universe as an obstacle course. There's no flaw in the design, it's just -
