Quotes

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Boy: Why's your brother a spastic? Thomas Mollison: He's not a spastic. He's autistic. Boy: Same diff. Thomas Mollison: No, not really. Boy: He doesn't talk and shit. Thomas Mollison: Yes, he doesn't talk. Boy: Then why does he make all that fuckin' noise? Maggie Mollison: Hello, boys. Where do you live?

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Maggie Mollison: Simon the underwear goes on the inside. Simon Mollison: Maggie please you don't have to worry about it. Maggie Mollison: It's very embarrassing.

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Maggie Mollison: Your brother will never be able to do the things you can, Thomas. He'll never get a job or have a family. He'll never be able to look after himself. He will live with us for the rest of his life. So if there's anything... that your father... [?] and I can do to help make your father, your brother's life... Thomas Mollison: Mum. Maggie Mollison: a little happier... Thomas Mollison: Mum, stop. Maggie Mollison: A bit... Thomas Mollison: Stop. Maggie Mollison: a more bit happier, then we're gonna... I'm fine. Thomas Mollison: No, you're not fine, mum. Give me the brush! Maggie Mollison: I'm fine! Simon Mollison: What the fuck's going on here?! [?] Right, that's it. Come on. Well, I don't fucking care. Maggie Mollison: I couldn't friggin' leave it there, could I? Simon Mollison: Come on. We're going to the hospital and you're staying. Come on, Maggie. Just breathe. Just breathe. That's it, Magpie. Just breathe.

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Russell: [sitting next to Thomas, who does not have autism but has been forced to get a ride to his school by riding in the special-education school bus with his brother Charlie who has autism; Russell has autism and is Charlie's friend] Are you riding the bus? Are you coming to our school? Thomas Mollison: No, no! Russell: Oh, yes you are! Thomas is coming to our school! Thomas is riding the bus with Charlie! Thomas is riding the bus with Russell! Do you like buses, Thomas? Do you like buses? Thomas Mollison: [says nothing, but scowls and frowns with discomfort] Russell: [loudly, with the semi-musical inflection of reciting a nursery rhyme] Thomas doesn't like buses! Thomas doesn't like buses! [laughing loudly]

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Checkout Girl: That's one hundred and twenty eight dollars and twenty five cents. Simon Mollison: I've only got a hundred on me, sorry. Thomas Mollison: I told you. Mum said you'd balls this up. Simon Mollison: Yeah, thanks a lot, Thomas. Simon Mollison: Now be a good boy, Charlie. Daddy's got to put some of this stuff back, all right? Simon Mollison: Just settle down, champ. Charlie, settle down. Charlie, don't be silly! Charlie. Charlie get up. Just... Charlie, Charlie stand up. Charlie stand up. Look, Charlie, Daddy hasn' enough money. Daddy hasn't enough money, so he's got a few things back. Charlie. Charlie, the nice people here want to do their shopping, so you're just going to have to stand up, all right? Charlie. Charlie? Charlie, Charlie? Charlie, get up! Thomas, for chrissakes help me, would you? [to Checkout Girl] I'm sorry about this. Thomas Mollison: Charlie, come on. Yes I know, Dad didn't get the specials. Charlie, get up. Charlie, please, please. I know. I know. Dad did

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Simon Mollison: Yeah, hang on, Charlie, hang on. Daddy'll get you some dinner, all right. How's that? I'll get you some eggs if you like? Want some eggs? Want some sausages? How many sausages do you want? Six sausages? Two? Thomas Mollison: Look Charlie, no stars! [Charlie moaning roars] Simon Mollison: There's no need for that. All right? Thomas Mollison: Dad, he's got to learn! Simon Mollison: It's over! For some fucking peace and quiet, just leave it. All right? Thomas Mollison: He gets away with everything! Simon Mollison: Just... Charlie! Just chill! Thomas, for fucksakes! Simon Mollison: Charlie! Just... Thomas Mollison: Charlie!

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Thomas Mollison: Dad, do you ever wish Charlie was normal? Simon Mollison: All I know is he's my own, and you're weak as piss if you don't look after your own.

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Jackie Masters: Close your eyes, what do you see? Thomas Mollison: Black. Jackie Masters: Look harder.

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Russell: No. Russell doesn't like monkeys. Russell's Mum: Oh... Russell: Russell doesn't like monkeys. Russell's Mum: You want... Russell: Russell doesn't like Charlie.[Charlie spits at him again, screaming, and wails. Russell’s dad holds him to calm down] Simon Mollison: Charlie, that’s enough! Settle down, all right? Settle down. Charlie, just... Russell: Bad, Charlie! Bad! Russell's Mum: Shh! Sweetie, Sweetie, It's OK. It's OK. You don't have to... Russell: Bad, Charlie! Bad! Teacher: Charlie, you'll just have to go on stage by yourself. Charlie Mollison: No. Teacher: No, you can do it. You're a big boy. Come on, Charlie. Charlie Mollison: No, no. Teacher: Come on. Be a good boy. Come on. On stage.

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Maggie Mollison: Simon, have you mowed the lawn yet? Simon Mollison: Rex said I didn't need to! Maggie Mollison: I'm gonna kill that bear!