Orel quotes from Moral Orel

Clay

What're you all dressed up for? Got a big date or something?

Orel

I thought you'd have a change of heart.

Clay

"Change of heart"?! Orel, change is only for hippies and underwear.

Doughy

Did you see God? What did you learn?

Orel

Oh, I learnt all about Heaven. And guess what, it's not at all like we thought it was.

Orel

It's still a little fuzzy, though, but I think I can remember if I really try--

Clay

[covering Orel's mouth] We're all just fuzzy--

Orel

No, wait! I remember!

Clay

[covering Orel's mouth] That's because what Orel saw was fuzzy clouds and fuzzy angels. Isn't that right, son?

Orel

Uh... I don't think so...

Clay

Well, let me help you remember... in my study! [Pause] Come on, gulp for me, son. [Orel gulps] Atta, boy!

Orel

Did the children's crusade really work?

Of course they probably did. How dare you question things when I don't!

Orel

Where did you learn to shoot like that, Doughy?

Doughy

I don't know. I guess you just have to act like nobody cares; like, nothing you ever do really means anything to anybody. You know, like you're totally invisible.

Joe

Hey Orel, where are you going tagging along with your dad like a goofy-two-shoes?

Orel

My dad's taking me hunting

Joe

Cool! I love killing things! It's funny!

Orel

Yeah...

Joe

You should try shooting animals right in the legs, that way, It'll be easier to punch them to death!

Orel

You see, I think Stephanie's kind of lost because she never had anyone special to take to the Arm’s Length Dance; and as far as I can see, bringing someone special to that is important to her happiness and maybe even mine.

Orel

Shapey plea- I mean Block- Block?! [gasps] Christina! Of course! There is someone special in my life! But, I'm not supposed to like her, because she's different. Unless, you don't mind? Please give me a sign, would you mind if--

No!

Orel

Wow! Of all the things he could have said!

Mommy?

Bloberta

Not now, Shapey. No milk.

When I'm thirsty, it feels how I feel when I'm alone.

Bloberta

What...?

Orel

Gosh, things sure have changed around here.

Orel

Mr Mayor, I'm here to suggest--

Clay

Orel?

Orel

Dad?!

Clay

What're you doing here?

Orel

Y-y-you're the mayor?

Clay

Don't remind me. Stinking dead-end job...

Clay

I'm not so sure Miss Censordoll really want's eggs illegal.

Orel

But she said she did.

Clay

Well, you see, Orel, people don't always say what's on their mind.

Orel

They don't? That's silly.

Clay

Oh, don't ever call it silly, son. Not saying what's on our mind is what this country's based on.

Clay

[Awkward] So, uh...how are...things...Orel?

Orel

[quick and blunt] I think we should get right to the lecture and punishment because I have a lot to do.

Clay

Whoa! Mister Busy!

Orel

You had six months to talk.

Clay

The last six months were not filled with you helping some mad woman campaign against me and my job!

Orel

You don't even like your job.

Clay

Like? Like?! No-one likes their job! Have you listened to anything I've ever said in here? Does this chair absorb my voice? Do all these dead animal heads eat my words before they reach your delicate little ears?!

Orel

Can I go now?

Clay

You know that thing that you do with your hands, and mouth, and throat, and stomach? That thing called "eating?" Well, say goodbye to that forever if I lose my position in this town because of you!

Orel

I will.

Clay

Okay!! [Normally] You can go.

Clay

Orel, I've been a bad dad, I admit it, ok? I'm sorry about shooting you, I'm sorry about the ignoring, blah-blah-blah - all of that. Now that we've made up, you gotta tell me what that witch is up to, you gotta, Orel! Please!

Orel

People just don't say what's on their minds, dad.

Clay

Don't give me that! That's my line!

Orel

Well, guess it's true.

Clay

Of course it's true! The mind is a scary, scary, scary thing.

Orel

Why?

Clay

Because somewhere, way down deep inside, in it's twisted catacombs and dank, dark hallways, there's an even scarier, more horribly monstrous entity.

Orel

[scared] W-w-what?

Clay

Truth. Now, tell me the truth, Orel.

Orel

I don't know, dad.

Clay

Uh-huh? Don't know? Well, I take everything back! And I'm glad I shot you!

Orel

Coach?

(under his breath, while looking at a picture of Clay) Oh, great, his son.

Orel

Can I ask you something?

Look, Orel, just get out of-- (he looks at Orel and sees his face instead of Clay's) Orel, what's wrong with your face?

It looks... just like you.

Orel

Oh yeah, it's been like that for a while now.

Orel

And then he told everyone that I accidentally shot myself, or the bear shot me.

Or that you got between the bear and him.

Orel

Oh... a new one, I guess.

He's got a million of them, kid.

Orel

Coach, you like my dad the way my mom likes my dad, don't you?

Your mom likes your dad?

Orel

Oh, it's no use. You can't show me what there is to honour my father about. Because there's nothing honourable about him!

Orel, somehow, in his own blundering way, your father made you. And that's honourable.

Clay

What are you doing here with my son?!

Orel

Stop!

Clay

The thought of you two together makes my skin crawl!

Orel

Please! All we were doing was...having a nice time. For the first Christmas in...I don't know how long. I felt relaxed and full of joy.

Clay

This...is...rape! You raped my son!

Bloberta

What?

Clay

With niceness, in order to get to me! Well, it worked, you got to me! Now you stay away from him! He's not yours, I am! [He stops, realizing what he's just said] I mean-- he's mine, my son! Oh, I miss you..., Orel. I need you in my life..., Orel. And I...I...I...love you.

Bloberta

[Bitterly] We should go.

Clay

I love you, I love you, I love you..., Orel.

Orel

Come on, dad, it's late.

Clay

No! [He takes a step towards Stopframe, but cracks a picture of the two]

He's right. It's too late.

Clay

Right. [he turns to leave]

I had fun. [Clay turns around, only to see Stopframe smiling with Orel. Heartbroken, he leaves with his family, but leaves behind the stuffed bear. Stopframe strokes it.] Well, how are you at trimming?