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Daniel: Can we at least talk? Lauren: Alright, but not here. Let's go to a restaurant. Daniel: Someplace public. Lauren: Yeah, very public! [Lauren gets into her car, leaving Daniel standing there] Daniel: So should I follow you? [Lauren looks at him] Daniel: ...to the restaurant. Scott: ...the first semester at Winslow Hi- Look at me, sir! [Student makes eye contact] Scott: You can go. [Student turns to go] Scott: Just a second! [Student turns back around to face Scott] Scott: You may go. [Student turns to go] Scott: Just a second! [Student turns to face Scott] Scott [enunciating]: You can go. Student: May I sir? Scott: You may. Scott [To Steven, in reference to the seniors slacking off second semester]: High school is becoming a three-and-a-half year program with a semester of Club Med tacked on for good measure. Kevin Jackson: Hey Mr. Guber, can I see you for a second? Scott: What about? Jackson: I got voted class speaker for graduation! Scott [in disbelief]: You? Jackson: Yes. [Sarcastically] Thank you for your continued confidence. Isaac Rice: I'd like Adam to participate in commencement Friday. Scott: He doesn't go here. Surely you remember that, Isaac. You "pulled him from the throws of our compound incompetence" - I believe those were your words. Isaac: Scott, wh-whatever our differences may be, Adam shouldn't be victimized. I'm sure you'll agree with that. Scott: It would be a mistake to presume my concurrence with any of your opinions, Isaac. Isaac [sighing]: Okay. I admit, I was wrong. Scott: In home schooling your son? Isaac: In thinking you couldn't possibly become a bigger ass. It seems I've never been more mistaken. Scott: You're son doesn't attend Winslow High. Accordingly, he may not participate in Friday's commencement proceedings. Isaac [matter-of-factly]: I'll try not to leave a footprint as I go over your head. I know how you are about your hair. By the way, not to say I told you so, I begged you to get help. Jackson: Mr. Guber, did you read my speech? Scott: I did. And I found it dreadful...unless your goal is to impel a mass exodus, in which case I'd consider it a masterpiece. Jackson: That ain't constructive feedback. Scott: This is an opportunity to speak to your classmates, Mr. Jackson. I will not be an accomplice to such utter boredom. Make a sincere effort and then I will give you my feedback. Jackson: I don't really know what to say. Scott: Yes, that much is clear! Jackson: I don't even know why I asked you. Isaac [upon barging into a meeting with Steven, Scott, and Marla]: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were busy. Louisa: I told him people were in here! Isaac: She's a liar Steven. Louisa: Hey I absolutely told you, you know it! Isaac: Yes, but you're a liar; I didn't believe you. Jackson: Mr. Guber! Scott [angrily]: What is it? Jackson: You seem mad. Scott: I am angry - mad suggests dementia, Mr. Jackson. I am angry. Jackson: You seem mad. Jackson [in reference to his speech for graduation]: I either get help from you or Lipshultz. A lot of parents are gonna be there. You want me to be coached by Lipshultz? Scott: You're always so awkward around me, Lauren. It's extremely demoralizing. Lauren: Well, Scott, I'm just afraid if I'm too nice, you'll invite me to the symphony. Scott [to Lauren about Harry]: He should be institutionalized - apparently, you like that in a man. |