:
What can I do? I'm a wanted man with a screwed up brother.
Pizza Man:
This pizza, I make myself. My wife, she no make-a da pizza. No more!
Derek Baxter:
I knew it!
Josh Whitney:
Knew what Mr. Baxter?
Derek Baxter:
Don't call me that, Josh, call me Dad.
Derek Baxter:
There's this one thing I want to ask you Josh?, What day were you born on?
Josh Whitney:
umm... uh... June 17th
Derek Baxter:
That's uh, nine months back, that's the night we beat Carling, that's perfect... woo-hoo... that's homecoming night, I knew it!
Josh Whitney:
Knew what Mr. Baxter?
Derek Baxter:
Don't call me that... (blushes)... Call me Dad!
Josh Whitney:
Doesn't it make you feel sad inside?
Sam Whitney:
Genetically altered inside. I'm all metal and wires. It's cold. I don't feel things the way you do.
Curtis:
Did Josh really kill a guy?
Sam Whitney:
Dad is trying to cover for him, but I saw him. He beat him over the head with a pool stick he was so mad.
Leon:
What was he so mad about?
Sam Whitney:
The guy called him a homo.
Josh Whitney:
Sam you're a genius!
Sam Whitney:
Yeah well it's not my fault. They made me that way.
Sam Whitney:
You're not my brother anymore!
Josh Whitney:
What?
Sam Whitney:
I just decided it, the same way Dad isn't Mom's Husband anymore
Josh Whitney:
You must be dumber than Dad's stepsons, you can't divorce me
Sam Whitney:
uh-huh, he can take you away like he took the lawn mower and the barbeque
Josh Whitney:
Doesn't matter, i'd still be your brother wherever I was , evwn if I was a thousand million miles away!
Sam Whitney:
I wish you were!
Josh Whitney:
Dad can I be excused?
Thom:
For God's sake, Josh, clean your plate!
[Josh stands up and scoops all the food off his plate]
Josh Whitney:
Is that clean enough?
Thom:
Go to your room.
Josh Whitney:
You're *in* my damn room!
Josh Whitney:
I just saw Jean Pierre on 60 Minutes confessing everything. He was in the shadows but I could tell by those big lips of his.
Derek Baxter:
This is that kid, isn't it? This is that damn kid, isn't it?
[Sam hurls a pool ball, hitting Derek]
Sam Whitney:
It worked, Josh, my aim is activated!
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You little shit!
[last lines]
Sam Whitney:
Last night, Dad left his safe open and there was a file inside.
Josh Whitney:
So?
Sam Whitney:
It was about you.
Red Haired Kid #2:
Hey, Kotex Head, this here's a pay toilet!
Josh Whitney:
I made it all up.
Alison:
Even the Liberty Maid?
Josh Whitney:
Yes, I got your hair and red hat off a juice box.
Alison:
Lord almighty, I've met my maker.
[after Josh tells Sam to bite on a piece of tin foil]
Sam Whitney:
OW!
Josh Whitney:
Oh God, Sam, you're activated.
Delivery Man:
[Italian accent] Now de credit card, Jean Pierre LaTorette?
Josh Whitney:
Yeah, he's out in the field going to the bathroom. Yeah, he's out there in the field with diarrhea.
Delivery Man:
Diarrhea?
Josh Whitney:
Diarrhea.
Deliver Man:
That's nice.
Josh Whitney:
You know, Sam, I didn't want to mention this with Mom around but I know a place where all kids who have to repeat a grade get together. It's way beyond the Bluffs, high above the Pacific Coast highway.
Sam Whitney:
What do they do there?
Josh Whitney:
Jump off.
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