Winter Passing
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Corbit: "You look different than your pictures"
Reese: "yeah Well, people change, right?"
Reese: "Wow, where's she from, Wimbledon?"
Reese: "Is Corbit a former student too?"
Don: "No. When I was still living in the house, I came downstairs he was sleeping on the sofa"
Reese: "Well, it sounds like you got yourself a little utopia here."
Reese: "Since when does anyone in this house say grace? I thought you were an atheist."
Don: "Grace is okay"
Reese: "Wow. I just can't believe that this is the same man who told his six-year-old daughter that Christmas was a Republican capitalistic conspiracy created by the Hallmark Corporation, and then if Jesus were alive today he'd be down in Nicaragua rallying the Sandinistas. Grace away."
Brian: "where do you live now?"
Reese: "New York City. Where a pint of domestic beer costs five bucks and you get tipped at least a dollar unless they're European, in which case, they don't tip at all."
Brian: "Ouch"
Reese: "yeah... and they wear such nice clothes."
Corbit: "Crack coccain will fry your brain"
Reese: "now that's a rhyme"
Shelly: "And it's funny... As a teacher, he was always preaching compositional velocity and boring your fingers into the keyboard as though fiction is some kind of sport. And now, getting a paragraph out of him is like pulling a piano out of a pond."
Reese (to Shelly): "Could you please stop calling him "Don" in front of me? It makes me imagine him at some weird swingers' beach wearing a speedo."
Shelly: "...and then you run away and never looked back."
Reese: "Oh, is that what he told you? That I ran away and never looked back?"
Shelly: "He didn't tell me anything."
Reese: "Don't you have your own family to psychoanalyze? For some reason I imagine you as an only child growing up in some vast, impenetrable mantion with turrets. Daddy modeling perpetual tennis wear, mum playing badminton and having biscuits and tea on the front lawn. Why don't you go back to Narnia or wherever the f**k you're from and leave my dad alone?"
Shelly: "As it turns out Reese, I am an only child and my Daddy did play a bit of tennis and me mum rather fancied her biscuits and tea at 4:00 p.m. everyday after a rather bracing game of croquet. But if you must know, I grew up in a two-bedroom council flat in Shepherd's Bush and although it's really none of your f**king business, my parents are dead."
Corbit (to Reese): "I'm not really an officer of the law or anything but I'm pretty sure it's illegal to take someone else's prescription medication"
Don (to Reese): "She wasn't perfect but she was your mother."
Corbit (to Reese): "God is my copilot."
Shelly (to Reese): "In your mother's third letter, she talks about killing herself. How drowning would be too terrifying... and a bullet to the head would be too messy."
Shelly (to Reese): "in his own quite way, he cares a great deal about other people."
Corbit: "I've never done an open mike before, Reese. it, it would be pretty scary."
Reese: "I think you should just do it. I mean, you only live once, right?"
Reese: "Daddy."
Don: "Hmm-mm?"
Reese: "About the stuff I said the other night, I'm... really sorry. It wasn't fair."
Don: "Well, we messed up pretty bad, Reese"
Reese: "No. You guys did the best you could. like you said."
Reese: "what was she doing at home anyway?"
Don: "I think she was lonely. We were both lonely. I just can't stop thinking about her.."
Reese: "I'm very much alone in a city at times makes people feel old and used. But I am somehow lucky... even during the darkest hour I always manage to pull through."