| Peter Blunt: |
"Hard to say." Huh? Well, how long do you think
it will take before you check our records and get the power
turned back on? "Hard to say." I see. Well, is it as hard
to say as "Oh my God! Help me! There's a man in my office
with a flamethrower!" |
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| Kate Hartounian: |
You know who you remind me of? |
| Harry: |
Who? |
| Kate Hartounian: |
My father. |
| Harry: |
Guess that's better than your mother. |
| ----- |
| Harry: |
[I] won't be a caddy all my life. I'm going
to carwash school in the fall. |
| ----- |
| Jack Hartounian: |
I'm only doing this because I love you. That's
the only reason. If it was up to me, I'd rather have a hernia
operation. |
| ----- |
| Ty Webb: |
We're talking mucho dinero here . . . and probably
some American money, too. |
| ----- |
| Peter Blunt: |
Well, you certainly made it very clear how
your legal system works Mr. Young. Now, I'd like to explain
a little bit about the Peter Blunt system. You see, I don't
go in for lawsuits and motions or any of the legal stuff.
No, no, you see what happens is, uh, I find out where you
live and then I come to your house, see? And, I beat down
your door with a fu**ing baseball bat! And, then I'm gonna
make a bonfire with the Chipendale. Maybe roast that Golden
Retriever, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, then
eat it! And, then I'm coming upstairs, junior, and I'm gonna
grab you by your Brooks Bros. P.J.s, and then I'm gonna take
your brand new B.M.W., and cram it up your tight ass! Do we
have an understanding!? |
| ----- |
| Jack Hartounian: |
I like to talk to myself. You know why? I like
to deal with a better class of people. |
| ----- |
| Peter Blunt: |
[H]ave a little faith in your lawyer. |
| ----- |
| Royette Tyler: |
Hey, what the Hell are you people doing around
here?! This is private property! |
| Jack Hartounian: |
Royette, please, please, let me handle this.
This requires a little diplomacy and tact. Lady, please, get
lost. |
| ----- |
| Ty Webb: |
I finally got it down to the absolute basic
essentials: club, ball, swing. The rest of it is just walking
around the park wearing funny pants. |
| ----- |
| Harry: |
Well, at home we happen to be upper/lower.
But, when I'm away at school I like to pretend that I'm lower/middle.
But, what I aspire to become is middle/middle. |
| ----- |
| Ty Webb: |
Mom and dad. Well, they're gone now. |
| Jack Hartounian: |
They passed away? |
| Ty Webb: |
No, Palm Beach. Wait a minute . . . I'm sorry,
I think they are dead. |
| ----- |
| Jack Hartounian: |
Take chances. I'm insured. |
| Chandler Young: |
For a moment there I was afraid you might fall
and break your neck . . . or your arm. Maybe strike your head
against a fencepost. Maybe be dragged several miles over rough
terrain. |
| ----- |
| Jack Hartounian: |
You think it's safe to hit a ball in a place
like this? |
| Ty Webb: |
Of course, it's a ballroom. |
| ----- |
| Elizabeth Pearce: |
I don't think he's quite ready for jumping
yet, do you Chandler? |
| Chandler Young: |
Oh, nonsense. There's nothing to it. Just hold
on tight, grip with your knees, let the animal do all the
work. |
| Jack Hartounian: |
Sounds like my wedding night. |
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