Chris Geere Quotes
Total quotes (16)
Total quotes (16)
The vast majority of all human effort, however great or minuscule, ends in failure. So what are your options? You just admit pre-defeat that odds are you’re going to be right or you do it anyway. Maybe we’re a success regardless of the outcome, because we tried. Maybe there’s beauty in the struggle against near certain failure.
Ferris just wants to show Cameron a fun day for once in his pathetic little life, but Cameron acts like a whiny knob the whole time, subverting every attempt at fun with his passive-aggressive anxiety and relentless nay-saying, essentially ruining what might be Ferris's last day of freedom by being a miserable, agoraphobic, cockblocking enemy of fun!
In battle, we risk all for a taste of the immortal. In retreat, sure, we lose nothing, but what we gain is far worse than nothing: Ignominy. And shame. We don't give up because they make us. We give up because we're lazy! Or would rather drink and watch Treehouse Masters. Plus, no one tells my girl she can't go to their bar!
You know, when we had that moment in the pub, I thought to myself, 'After 33 years, I'm finally having a real moment with my father.' Can't believe what a fool I was. There wasn't a shred of truth in that moment. You were lying the whole time. You were dying, you didn't say a word. All you had to do was say, 'Hey, Jimmy, this might be the last time I get to see you. Is there anything you'd like to say?' And that way, despite decades of neglecting, withholding, general assholery, I could have had a modicum of closure. Goddamn you! I can hear you laughing at the word 'modicum' as I speak. Well, guess what. I'm getting my closure right now. You do not get to affect me anymore! So long, Dad.
Jimmy: Oh, speak for yourself. I'm not the one who flung my sandwich like a upset chimp at the zoo.
Gretchen: I threw it because I realized I was living with an uptight dildo whose personality unmakes itself anytime something bad happens.
Jimmy: Says the woman who spent weeks catatonic on the couch in crusty yoga pants.
Gretchen: I have a clinical goddamn illness!
No. It's amazing. I was smelling the jacket that Dad left and it smelled exactly like him. Just cigarettes, ale, beans, occupational failure. And in a rush, that feeling that we'd been searching for all day just came flying out. And, Gretchen, it wasn't sadness. It was happiness. I'm free. I am finally free! And I'm finally unstuck creatively. I found, all right, the perfect metaphor for the heft of Kitty's adolescent bottom. I'll tell you later. It's...it's too sexy.