Simon Birch Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1998
- 114 min
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- Not unless it's a dead puppy.
Yeah. He wouldn't bring
a dead puppy on the first date.
It's something else.
I bet he's just putting us on.
I bet there's nothing even in there.
He's just playing a joke on us.
Go ahead and open it.
- I'm not opening it.
- Don't you wanna see what's inside?
What I want to do and what I do
are two separate things.
If we all went around doing what we
wanted all the time, there'd be chaos.
You open it.
- The prop.
- What was that?
It's a monster!
- You're okay.
- Help!
Isn't he terrific?
- He's going to eat us.
- You're okay.
It's just an armadillo.
- A what?
- It's a stuffed armadillo. See?
I picked it up on my way
through San Antonio last week.
It's not that bad
once you get used to it.
What do you think, Joe?
- I don't want it.
- Can I have it?
Well, why don't you, uh,
uh, give it a chance!
Maybe it'll grow on you.
So Shirley Temple
says to Senator McCarthy...
- I didn't say, "commie,"
I said, "Moppie."
Uh, Mom?
under the stars.
Sure, honey, as long as it's
all right with Simon's parents.
- They don't care.
- Will you do me a favor anyway
and call them?
- Yeah?
- Can I sleep over at Joe's tonight?
- I don't care.
- I'm ready for my good-night kisses.
- Oh, Mom.
- Me first! Me first!
Oh, don't you "oh, Mom" me.
Get up here. Mm-whaa!
Good night, honey.
Love you.
Simon, isn't it
a little cool outside?
Don't you think
you need a sweater?
It's hard to find sweaters
my size.
They have to make them special
and my dad says they're too expensive.
- How about that?
- Thank you, Miss Wenteworth.
- Mm. Love you.
- Good night, Ben Goodrich!
Bonsoir Monsieur Birch.
Buenas noches,
Senor Wenteworth.
You boys stay in the yard.
I like him.
I don't.
Maybe God sent him
to be your father.
God sent me a screwball
with an armadillo?
God has a plan for everyone,
including Ben Goodrich.
Well, he's not
my father.
My real father
is out there somewhere.
Mr. Hanson has your eyes.
- The shop teacher?
- And he's a lefty, like you.
That's 'cause he chopped off
his right thumb with the table saw.
I didn't say
he was a natural lefty.
Maybe he chopped off his thumb
on purpose to show your mother...
how much he loved her,
like Van Gogh with his ear.
I can't see my mom being attracted
to a metal shop teacher.
Art or English maybe,
but not metal shop.
I don't understand
why she doesn't just tell you.
You're already a bastard.
You might as well be an enlightened one.
- She said she'd tell me
when I'm old enough.
- When's that?
I don't know.
Soon, I hope.
Things were getting
serious between my mother...
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