Strawberries: Based on the Novel “Push” by Sapphire
BTW, this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy0UBpagsu8
Marge: I’m worried about the kids, Homey. Lisa’s becoming very
obsessive. This morning I caught her trying to dissect her own
Homer: [scoffs] I know. And this perpetual motion machine she made
today is a joke! It just keeps going faster and faster.
Marge: And Bart isn’t doing very well either. He needs boundaries and
structure. There’s something about flying a kite at night that’s
so unwholesome. [looks out window]
Bart: [creepy voice] Hello, Mother dear.
Marge: [closing the curtains] That’s it: we have to get them back to
Homer: I’m with you, Marge. Lisa! Get in here.
[Lisa walks in, chuckling nervously]
In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics!
This is worth the reading:
Marge: Homer, I really don’t like you telling personal secrets in your
Homer: Marge, I didn’t tell ‘em personal stuff.
Marge: Today at the Kwik-E-Mart everybody knew I dyed my hair!
Homer: Oh, you mean about you. All right, maybe I said some things,
some personal things. But you should have seen them, Marge: they
really wanted to hear what I had to say –
Marge: Mmm, I’m happy about that. But I think you can be a good teacher
and still respect our privacy.
Homer: Look, Marge, you don’t know what it’s like. _I’m_ the one out
there every day putting his ass on the line. And I’m not out of
order! _You’re_ out of order. The whole freaking _system_ is
out of order. You want the truth? You want the truth?! You
can’t handle the truth! ‘Cause when you reach over and put your
hand into a pile of goo that was your best friend’s face, you’ll
know what to do! Forget it, Marge, it’s Chinatown.
Marge: Homer, don’t _ever_ tell them personal stuff about me again!
Homer: [meek] Yes ma’am.