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Dutch:
[after he restrains Doyle from shooting him with a BB gun in his dormitory room]
I'm Dutch Dooley. I'm a friend of your mother's. I know she called you. What the hell are you beating me up for? [walks toward the closet holding his crotch in pain] Dutch:
I can feel the pain of my crotch in my teeth. Doyle:
Does campus security know you're here? Dutch:
Can you say "I'm sorry I hit you with a golf club, kicked your face, mashed your testes, shot you twice?" If that's too much, a simple "hello" would do. Doyle:
Answer my question. Dutch:
You can't say that? Doyle:
Of course, I can say it. [sits down on his chair] Doyle:
I choose not to. Dutch:
[points the BB gun at Doyle]
Now, can you? Doyle:
No. Dutch:
Well, I'll have to shoot you. Now, since we might be legally related someday, I'm gonna give you the option to take it in the backside. Won't hurt as bad. Doyle:
If you shoot me, I'll have you arrested. Dutch:
Well, I'll have to make it look like an accident, then. [Doyle scowls at him] Dutch:
All right, you win. [puts the BB gun inside his coat] Doyle:
Clearly. Now, leave. Dutch:
I told your mother I'd take you home for the holidays. Doyle:
I have plans. Dutch:
Stay here? You gonna watch the football game, make a turkey sandwich, and hang yourself in the toilet? Doyle:
I said, I have plans. Leave it at that. Now, please go. Dutch:
Waiting for your father? Doyle:
I don't have to tell you anything. Dutch:
He's not coming. Doyle:
You don't know my dad, so, shut up. Dutch:
I know he's in London. Doyle:
We got a real problem here. Dutch:
I suppose we do. I have a problem because I said I'd come pick you up. [he towers over Doyle] Dutch:
And YOU got a problem, because the last person who hit me has a dent in his head [shows Doyle his pinkie ring] Dutch:
about the size of my pinkie ring and he dribbles when he smiles. [he sees Doyle's empty duffel bag and throws it to him] Dutch:
Grab your stuff. Doyle:
[gets up from his chair]
Listen one last time. I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU! [he throws the bag at Dutch's feet as we cut to the next scene where Dutch exits the dormitory doors carrying a bound and gagged Doyle] Dutch:
What do you do for fun? [Doyle lets out muffled yells] Dutch:
Oh, you like to wiggle and grunt. [chuckles] Dutch:
Me, too
[after he restrains Doyle from shooting him with a BB gun in his dormitory room]
I'm Dutch Dooley. I'm a friend of your mother's. I know she called you. What the hell are you beating me up for? [walks toward the closet holding his crotch in pain] Dutch:
I can feel the pain of my crotch in my teeth. Doyle:
Does campus security know you're here? Dutch:
Can you say "I'm sorry I hit you with a golf club, kicked your face, mashed your testes, shot you twice?" If that's too much, a simple "hello" would do. Doyle:
Answer my question. Dutch:
You can't say that? Doyle:
Of course, I can say it. [sits down on his chair] Doyle:
I choose not to. Dutch:
[points the BB gun at Doyle]
Now, can you? Doyle:
No. Dutch:
Well, I'll have to shoot you. Now, since we might be legally related someday, I'm gonna give you the option to take it in the backside. Won't hurt as bad. Doyle:
If you shoot me, I'll have you arrested. Dutch:
Well, I'll have to make it look like an accident, then. [Doyle scowls at him] Dutch:
All right, you win. [puts the BB gun inside his coat] Doyle:
Clearly. Now, leave. Dutch:
I told your mother I'd take you home for the holidays. Doyle:
I have plans. Dutch:
Stay here? You gonna watch the football game, make a turkey sandwich, and hang yourself in the toilet? Doyle:
I said, I have plans. Leave it at that. Now, please go. Dutch:
Waiting for your father? Doyle:
I don't have to tell you anything. Dutch:
He's not coming. Doyle:
You don't know my dad, so, shut up. Dutch:
I know he's in London. Doyle:
We got a real problem here. Dutch:
I suppose we do. I have a problem because I said I'd come pick you up. [he towers over Doyle] Dutch:
And YOU got a problem, because the last person who hit me has a dent in his head [shows Doyle his pinkie ring] Dutch:
about the size of my pinkie ring and he dribbles when he smiles. [he sees Doyle's empty duffel bag and throws it to him] Dutch:
Grab your stuff. Doyle:
[gets up from his chair]
Listen one last time. I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU! [he throws the bag at Dutch's feet as we cut to the next scene where Dutch exits the dormitory doors carrying a bound and gagged Doyle] Dutch:
What do you do for fun? [Doyle lets out muffled yells] Dutch:
Oh, you like to wiggle and grunt. [chuckles] Dutch:
Me, too
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I'm also out of ideas
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I'm just gonna sit here
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and hope I get arrested so I can get some sleep
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Call your mother
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Have her send somebody for you
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You can call can't you
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I don't want to call I'm sitting here and that's it
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You talk to your mom
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You tell her that I said uh good luck
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Tell her the Dutchboy's calling it quits
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You're dumping my mom
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Movie Summary
To get to know his girlfriend's son, a working-class good guy volunteers to pick him up from his prep school, only to learn that he isn't the nicest young man.
