Axl Quote #653

Quote from Axl in The Smell

Axl: [on the phone] Hey... you. It's... me, your... Axl.
Cassidy: Oh. Hey. This is a surprise.
Axl: Oh, yeah? Why's that? I mean, the two of us, we're kind of a... [chuckles] Look, I didn't get the painting.
Cassidy: What?
Axl: Yeah, I've been staring at this thing for a week, and I still have no clue what it means. Blue-faced guy? [chuckles] Is that supposed to be me? If so, then I guess the girl's you. But what's she looking at, anyway? Those books over there or... [gasps] Hey! Kind of like you were when we met in the study room at the library. Oh, wait! This floating crown thing is that, like, when I got prom king?
Cassidy: Yeah. See, it's...
Axl: Ha! I'm totally getting this now. The fish from when we went to that lake. The leaves 'cause it was fall when we met. Not getting the acorn, though. What's that about? Unless... it's not an acorn. It's... a football with snow on it! It's the night we kissed after the game when I scored four touchdowns! Boom! I'm on a roll! Okay, so, if all that stuff happened to us, then we are... the tree people growing in opposite directions and... Oh, wait! I got this! They're broken up! They're they're broken up.
Cassidy: [sighs] Axl, look, you'll always hold a special place in my life. I just don't want a boyfriend 800 miles away. And the truth is, Axl, you don't want a girlfriend, either. That would really suck. You should have fun. You should make so many memories in college, you'll need a hundred paintings to hold them all.
Axl: [chuckles] Yeah. Okay. I get it. Um... thanks again for the painting. [clears throat] I'll see ya.
Cassidy: So long, Axl.
Axl: [sighs] Well, Kenny, I finally get art. [inhales deeply] Art hurts.

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 ‘The Smell’ Quotes

Quote from Brick

Frankie: I swear I've been through everything in here, and the stench is not coming from the fridge. Hey, Brick, did you go through your backpack? Are you sure you don't have a yogurt or something in there from last year?
Brick: Unh-unh. I lost my backpack.
Frankie: Seriously? Well, where did you last have it?
Brick: That's kind of what makes it lost, Mom.
Frankie: Well, how are you doing your homework?
Brick: Oh, this isn't homework. I'm just writing down all the colors I like. I don't know if it's 'cause I'm getting older, but I've warmed up to periwinkle considerably. [whispers] Periwinkle.

Quote from Frankie

Frankie: Look, Brick, the fact that you stink is nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just your hormones waking up and telling you that things are changing in there.
Brick: Yeah, lately, I noticed when I wear corduroys, I-
Frankie: No need to go into details. Now, I know you've recently expressed an interest in girls. And if you want that interest reciprocated, you're gonna have to put in a little effort.
Brick: Like you and Dad do?
Frankie: Like me and Dad used to do. I think the thing you'll want to do is have fun with it. I'm gonna leave you here to pick out whatever smell suits your fancy: deodorant, shower gel, cologne, body spray. Go nuts. Get it all. I'm buying. Oh. Check the ingredients. Nothing natural. We got to hit that with chemicals.
Brick: Would I like Summer Breeze Dou-Shay?
Frankie: Wrong side of the aisle, Brick. Stay away from the pinks and purples. You want the reds, blacks, and grays anything with a stripe.

Quote from Axl

Hutch: So, you can't go to the chi-o party 'cause of this painting?
Axl: No, I can't go to the party 'cause I might have a girlfriend.
Hutch: Oh, you might have a girlfriend, so you can't go to the party 'cause you don't want to cheat on the girlfriend that you may or may not have.
Axl: Exactly.
Hutch: And the answer's in this painting?
Axl: I don't know. Maybe, but... [sighs] We made out the whole time. Then she gave me this painting, told me it explains everything, and that was it.
Hutch: Well, why don't you call Cassidy and just ask her what it means?
Axl: [chuckles] Yeah, right. You wouldn't call up Michelangelo and tell him you don't understand the "Moaning Lisa."
Hutch: Dude, it's the "Mona Lisa."
Axl: "Mona"? That's not even a word. [groans] I don't get art.