Everwood

Ephram: We're moving where? Andy: To Everwood, Colorado. Delia: Where's that? Ephram: Colorado, moron. Wh-why, are we moving there? Andy: Someone told me about it once. They said it was the most beautiful place they had ever seen. It's on this hill. Or is it a mountain? Or maybe it's on a hill by a mountain. Anyway, I was thinking last night that we should move there. What do you say? Ephram: I say that's not even a reason. Andy: I know. How great is that? We'll be moving to some place for no reason at all. Ephram: That's not great. That's crazy. That's Harrison Ford in Mosquito Coast crazy. Andy: You say crazy. I say it might be the sanest thing I've ever done. Now, I want this to be a democratic decision so we're going to put it to vote. Everyone who wants to move...and get their own horse, raise your hand. Andy: Well, that decides it. Ephram: Democratic? You bought her vote. Andy: Yeah. That's the American version.

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Teen #1: Hey freak, what's with your hair, man? Did they run out of green at the store? Teen #2: Hey you, my friend here asked you a question. Where's your manners? Ephram: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't understand. You see, I don't speak dumb-ass. Since obviously you do, maybe you can translate for me.

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Amy: You were bold out there. Ephram: Oh, it was strategy, really. Amy: Strategy? Ephram: I find it's best when dealing with any unfamiliar bully to strike early with sarcasm. Yeah, it makes them wonder if I have some butt-kicking prowess that they're unable to detect. Amy: Wow. You have really thought this out. Ephram: Yeah, well, spend as much time in a gym locker as me, you'd have a few theories of your own.

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Amy: What's it like? Having a dad who's famous. Ephram: Oh. It's like this: You're eight years old. He misses your birthday party. You wanna cry about it but he's on TV that night for separating the heads of Siamese twins. You're ten. He's not there to see you in the school play. He is however in the New York Times for restoring the vision of a five-year-old kid. I think he was my dad's excuse for missing my elementary school graduation. You know you want to be mad at him. You wanna hate him. But you can't. He's saving lives.

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Ephram: He said you were crazy. And you know what? News flash, you are. All right, you quit your job, you grow this ugly ass beard, you look like you wear your clothes to bed and you move us to No-wheres-ville U.S.A.! And why? For what reason? Because someone told you it was pretty once!? And if that's not enough, you talk to Mom like she's still here; I've seen you, and Delia has too. What do I have to say for myself?! What do you have to say for yourself?! Andy: I can't believe you think my beard is ugly. Ephram: Mom would never have done this to us! She never would've moved us here and gone crazy! Andy: Don't be so sure of that! Ephram: I am sure! All right, I knew her. You didn't know her. We all just tolerated you! Andy: Hey, that's pretty good, what else you got?! Ephram: I wish you died instead of her! Andy: Well, I wish I did too, you little bastard! Ephram: I hate you! Andy: Well, I hate you right back! Now get in that house! Ephram: I'm going for a ride! [He grabs his bike] A

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Andy: [at Gino Chang's, a combination Chinese/Italian restaurant] OK, we'll have one order of the minestrone soup, two orders of the chicken parmesan, one sweet and sour pork and a couple of egg rolls to start. Ephram: I'd like to take a moment and point out that this is... hands down the weirdest restaurant we've ever been to. And we're from New York City where we're regularly served by drag queens named Frank. Delia: I think it's cool!

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