Sam Orowitz:
[Sam sits on the front steps, to cheer Gene up following the argument with Harriet, by taking off his hat, revealing his normal white hair]
Notice? My forehead's all white, again! Ho-ho!
[knowing it did not help, he sighs]
Sam Orowitz:
Look, son, I know how you feel.
Gene Orowitz:
No, you don't! You don't believe me. How can you know how I feel?
Sam Orowitz:
Gene, it's not that I don't believe you.
Gene Orowitz:
You're always telling me about stories in the Bible. Read the good book. You'll learn from it, then you tell something that happened in the Bible and they think you're crazy. Why bother reading something if you don't believe it, to begin with?
Sam Orowitz:
Gene, those things happened, a long, long time ago.
Gene Orowitz:
It's a long time ago to you. How do you know it's a long time to God?
Sam Orowitz:
I don't know. What I DO know is this: the school has got rules, just like that--what's his name, Collins told you, so, no matter what your mother and I feel, we can't change that. You gotta get your haircut or you can't compete, so you got to do it. Look, how you do know, I mean, for sure, but--I'll bet, tomorrow afternoon, haircut and all, you go out there and you throw that javelin and throw it like you never threw it before.
Gene Orowitz:
I won't.
Sam Orowitz:
How--how do you know?
Gene Orowitz:
[frustrated]
I know!
Sam Orowitz:
All right, all right. you know, but it still doesn't change the fact you got no choice.
[he looks at his watch and puts his hat on]
Sam Orowitz:
Well, I gotta get to work. Come on, I'll help you with the trash.
[he and Gene walk to the back of the house to get the heavy trash cans]
Sam Orowitz:
What's your mother throwing out, bricks? Here, you take this here.
Gene Orowitz:
I'll get them.
[he lifts the heavy trash cans over his shoulder and carries them to the sidewalk, to Sam's shock and confusion]
Sam Orowitz:
[to himself]
What the hell's going on here?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:41