The Holdovers

Paul Hunham: [remembering Mary's son] He was a great kid. I had him one semester. Very insightful. Mary Lamb: Mm-hmm. He hated you. He said you were a real asshole. Paul Hunham: Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid, insightful.

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Paul Hunham: I guess I thought I could make a difference. I mean, I used to think I could prepare them for the world even a little. Provide standards and grounding like Dr. Greene always drilled into us. But, uh, the world doesn't make sense anymore. I mean, it's on fire. The rich don't give a shit. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line. Trust is just a name on a bank. Miss Lydia Crane: Well... look, if that's all true, then now is when they most need someone like you.

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Paul Hunham: Believe it or not, Mr. Tully, there was a time when the fire in my loins burned white hot. Angus Tully: You're full of shit. Paul Hunham: No, the details would curl your toes.

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Waitress: And you, gentlemen, did you save room for dessert? Paul Hunham: Hmm. Angus Tully: What's that? Waitress: That's our signature dessert. Cherries jubilee. Angus Tully: Sounds great. Paul Hunham: [laughs] Bring the young vandal here Cherries Jubilee. Waitress: I'm afraid I can't. The dish contains brandy. Same deal with the bananas Foster. Mary Lamb: Yeah, but doesn't the alcohol just burn off? Waitress: It's still against the rules, ma'am. Paul Hunham: Fine. I'll order the cherry jubilee. We can share it. Waitress: Mm. I can't allow that, either. Mary Lamb: Can we say it's his birthday? Angus Tully: It's my birthday. Waitress: Well, happy birthday, young man. Let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert. Paul Hunham: Christ on a crutch. What kind of a fascist hash foundry are you running here? Mary Lamb: Excuse me, ma'am. Do you by chance have cherries? Waitress: Yes. Mary Lamb: Great. And do you have ice cream? Waitress: Yes. Mary Lamb: Fantastic. Can we

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Paul Hunham: You just earned yourself a detention, sir, now, get back here! Angus Tully: Being here with you is already one big fucking detention! Paul Hunham: Son of a bitch! That's another detention!

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Paul Hunham: Do you think I want to be babysitting you? Oh, no, no, I was praying to the god I don't even believe in that your mother would pick up the phone or your father would arrive in a helicopter or a submarine or a flying fucking saucer to take you... Angus Tully: My father's dead!

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