Monthly Archives: June 2015
Eli: [On the answering machine] Hi, this is Eli, leave a message.
Brett: Eli, are you there? Buddy? Hello, hello. That’s right, there’s an X-Files marathon on. I cannot believe I’m friends with a Trekkie. It’s pathetic.
Eli: Okay, I am not a Trekkie. You got that? I just like The X-Files. I believe the truth is out there. Don’t you?
Juan: Do you know what my earliest memories are? Medical examinations. I thought I was so horrible when I was born that I had to have five operations before my first birthday. That’s what they call “normalization.” It’s not surgery. It’s castration. Making her afraid of her own body is the worst thing you can do to your child.
Gitl: Goodbye. Go in good health.
Bernstein: Goodbye to the boy.
Gitl: May you have a boy of your own one day.
Bernstein: From your mouth to God’s ear. To have a son, a man must have a wife.
Gitl: A wife you can get.
Bernstein: To whom would that I ask? What if she would say no?
Gitl: What if she would say yes?
Mother Meadows: So. . . what does my little big girl plan on doing today?
Miss Meadows: I am substitute-teaching in a low-income, racially mixed bottom-scoring, first-grade classroom.
Mother Meadows: Oh, you poor darling. You could have run the charm school in a soon-to-be bankrupt department store or. . .been president.
Miss Meadows: But that wasn’t my destiny, Mother.
Mother Meadows: Well, I hardly think your destiny is being a temporary teacher.
Miss Meadows: Well, no one knows their destiny except. . .God. . .or. . .a best-selling author.
Mother Meadows: Well, I just don’t understand why you don’t something more. . . permanent.
Miss Meadows: Permanence is temporary, Mother dear.
Mother Meadows: Well, I suppose there’s some truth in that, Mary.
Miss Meadows: And truth is relative.