North
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 87 min
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"You want to build a rocket
"and send a man
into outer space,
"don't come to me.
"If you're looking for someone
"to perform a delicate
brain operation,
"I'm not your man.
"But if you have any questions
"regarding the quality
of a fine pair of pants,
that's what I know.
I know pants."
Ohh, I had a day.
Let me tell you.
Then he says,
"what about chinos?"
Talk about slaves
in ancient Egypt.
Dad.
"I know chinos."
Mom?
Those slaves were
in Disneyland.
Dad?
I grew up on jeans.
a pyramid's no bargain.
Overalls...
now he's insulting me.
Those slaves didn't have
to book the himmelmans
nonstop to Boca during easter.
"Einstein knew arithmetic, Pavarotti
knows singing, and I know pants."
North was positive
he was having a coronary.
"Do you know who I am?
As a rule, 11-year-olds
don't experience
cardiac events.
"Let me remind you who I am.
But for north, this was
a very stressful time.
"I'm number 6!"
North was having a difficult
time with his folks,
and it was putting a damper
on what was
in all other respects
a very successful life.
How successful?
Look at the year he'd had.
Photosynthesis...
the process by which
carbohydrates are formed
in the chlorophyll
containing tissues of plants
exposed to sunlight.
If I were a rich man
all day long
if I were a wealthy man
hey!
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
An outstanding year
by anyone's standards.
But did north's folks
appreciate how special he was?
Hardly.
"I was inspecting pants before
you even started wearing them,
Mr. Vice president-only
because-your-father owns-the-company."
God forbid the himmelmans
should stop over in Atlanta.
"I've forgotten more about
belt loops than you'll know.
See this rash? Himmelman.
There's no ointment for this.
"Let me remind you
who you're talking to...
"only this year's recipient
of the coveted
Mr. Inseam award."
Well, that shut him up.
Dad... You know what that
stupid Rachel did to me?
I saw blood in my stool
this morning.
Aah!
Are you o.K.?
What's the matter, son?
Here, loosen his pants.
No, no, I'm o.K.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I'm o.K.
But north wasn't o.K.
This parent thing
was starting to affect
every aspect of his life.
It's turning into the wind.
What sense does that make?
It's not... uh...
Maybe it's showing us
where the wind was.
What are we supposed to do
with that information?
To be...
Or not to...
line?
Be.
Oh.
Be.
Ball 4.
That's six in a row.
Time out.
How ya doin'?
I don't get it.
A child is born,
he's given a life,
but then...
He's appreciated by everyone
except the folks
who gave him that life.
It's just not right.
Uh, let me rephrase
the question.
How's the arm?
Mr. Blankman,
I've got some problems
I have to work out.
Problems? You?
North?
as to what could
possibly be bothering
last season's
most valuable player,
north left the field
and headed straight
for his secret spot.
You know the kind of spot
I'm talking about...
a place that's just
ordinary to everyone else
but for some reason
is special only to you.
it's the spot where you can go
and feel away from everyone
and everything,
the spot where you can go
and do your best thinking.
The one place where you can go
to reflect upon what was,
mull over what is,
or just sit back,
close your eyes,
and change the world
into whatever
you wish it could be.
It's my guess even north
couldn't remember
when his spot first revealed
nor did it matter
at this point.
What was important
was whenever he sat
in that huge armchair,
waiting for his parents to
He was sitting on that spot
the first time I saw him.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
You o.K., kid?
Yeah.
Good, 'cause I only got
a 10-minute break,
and my back is killing me.
The last thing I need
is to listen
to somebody else's problems.
You hungry?
No, thanks.
Good,
'cause I'm starving,
and this is my last carrot.
So, who are you?
I'm north.
Seen your name on maps.
Very impressive.
Who are you?
I'm the easter bunny...
third floor, toys.
Then what do you do?
Whatever I want.
Independently wealthy.
4th of July,
Christmas... maybe Santa claus.
My life's a holiday.
How about yours?
Not lately.
I had a bad game today.
How bad?
I walked nine panthers
and hit my coach's wife
with a wild pitch.
That's bad.
You got something on your mind?
Well?
What is it?
Thought you didn't want to
hear anyone else's problems.
strangers tell you?
Come on, spill.
Aw, you wouldn't understand.
Try me.
It's my folks.
Yeah, what about 'em?
I don't know.
All they care about
is themselves.
Selfish folks. That is rough.
They don't know
what a good thing
they got in you.
Exactly, and they're
the only ones.
You should hear what the
North's room is always clean.
North never spoils
his appetite.
North flosses.
Holy mackerel. Your folks
are sitting on a gold mine.
Tell me about it.
You realize, of course,
you're not alone.
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