Youngest Brother: Can it happen to anyone?
Young Jack: Nobody talks about it.
R.L.: Where’s Dad?
Mother: He’s gone on a trip.
(Footsteps Running) (Boys Laugh)
R.L.: Whoo! Whoo!
Mother (being chased with lizard): No!
Boys: Open the door!
Mother (Voiceover): Help each other.
Jack: Do not slam that screen door!
Mother (Voiceover): Love everyone.
Every ray of light.
Mr. O’Brien (To Jack):
You act like you’re in trouble. You don’t wanna fight. Nah. You don’t want any trouble. The minute you see him blink, crack him, okay?
Okay. Okay? Come on. Three-quarters. Cover. You’re going to cover, right? Okay. Hit it. Come on.
Nice. Nice. Harder. Nice. That’s a good right. Let’s see your left.
That’s the most important thing, okay? You come in this way?
You come in this way. You keep the guard up. Hit me! Come on, hit me.
Come on! Come on, Jack! Hit me. Hit me. Hit me. Come on. Come on.
Here. Here it is. Here it is. Hit it. Come on, Son! Come on! Son.
Left. What are you doing?
Dust yourself off.
Mr. O’Brien (To R.L.): Left. Don’t leave your tongue out. You’re gonna lose it.
Left. Left. Right. Right.
Left. Harder. Harder. Harder! Come on, hit me. Hit me.
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Mother: Mr. Reese liked Jack’s book report —
Father: What is that, sweetheart?
Mother: –and wanted him to make a model.
Father (Dramatic orchestra music): You know this? Brahms.
Father: Reach me my lighter.
Haven’t you forgotten somethin’?
Do you love your father?
Jack: Yes, sir.