Mike Quote #578
Quote from Mike in The Graduation
Frankie: I am going to kill him, I tell you! I'm gonna kill him.
Mike: Just relax. He's not gonna be here much longer.
Frankie: Then I'll have to act fast, won't I? I can't stand him, Mike. I just hate his stupid face. I swear to God, when he goes off to college, I'm not even gonna miss him.
Mike: Look, all this fighting is just nature's way of helping you guys deal with the fact he's leaving. You think mama birds push their babies out of the nest to help 'em fly? Maybe they're just sick of 'em. Trust me, Frankie. It's the natural order of things. It's why you guys have been annoying each other so much lately.
Frankie: I'm not doing anything. I'm being great. It's him.
Mike: Uh-huh. Are you in your pajamas with your coat on?
Frankie: I was cold, and I thought we were hating him right now.
Mike: He... is a bad, bad child, and you are a wonderful mother.
Frankie: Thank you.
The Middle Quotes
‘The Graduation’ Quotes
Quote from Brick
Ms. Dunlap: And now with no further ado, your class historian, Brick Heck, will take you on a magical, musical journey of your years at Orson Elementary. Brick? [under breath] You better blow the doors off this place.
Brick: [to microphone] Memories. I could show you all pictures of your time here at Orson Elementary, but those would be my memories, not yours. So instead, I invite you to close your eyes and picture your own memories. Remember the field trip to the Indiana Dunes in second grade? I don't, but maybe you do. Maybe you had a great time. What about the time that you and your friend and your other friend locked arms on the playground? Boy, you guys are close. And now sit back and enjoy a musical montage of all your best memories, artfully put together in your own imagination, while I hum the tune to the appropriate, if not overused, graduation anthem, "We Are Young" by Fun [hums "We Are Young"] [students giggle]
Girl: Who is that?
Boy: Did we vote for him?
Girl: He's weird.
Frankie: [v.o.] So Brick left elementary school with his reputation intact.
Brick: Nailed it.
Ms. Dunlap: This isn't over. I will hunt you like a dog in the street. [loudly] Well, wasn't that delightful? And now Mimi Millhauser on the flutophone.
Quote from Brick
Brick: Hey, Mom, quick thing. I need you to take about 200 pictures of my classmates and set them to music in a slide show. It should be touching but not schmaltzy, funny, but without trying too hard. And if you could have it ready Friday morning by 10:00, that'd be great. 11:00 at the latest. Night.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Brick. How long have you known about this?
Brick: What's today? Thursday? About... four years.
Frankie: Brick!
Brick: It's not my fault. They should have voted for Jay Gold. I got elected based on one good speech and didn't have the skills to back it up. It's really what's wrong with politics.
Quote from Brick
Ms. Dunlap: Hi there, Brick. How's my favorite class historian doing?
Brick: Actually, there's been a little hiccup with the photo montage, but the good news is, you'll have an extra 15 minutes to play with at the assembly.
Ms. Dunlap: Oh, well, these things happen. [chuckles]
Brick: Oh, I knew you'd understand.
Ms. Dunlap: But they don't happen to me. Now you listen to me. And you listen good, you little punk. You're gonna do the job you were elected to do four years ago, or I will turn you inside out and wear you like a hat. Ha. I know everyone thinks the vice principal's a joke. I hear the whispers. I don't like it when people whisper about me, Brick. Got it?
Brick: Got it. [whispers] Got it. [gasps; normal voice] Sorry! [whispers] Sorry. [normal voice] I can't stop whispering! [whispers] Whispering.
Ms. Dunlap: This photo montage is the only thing the Principal doesn't have her stinkin' paws all over, and if you mess it up, I will make your life a living hell. I have connections in middle school, and I can make sure you get the smelliest locker and the meanest teachers and extra gym.
Brick: Oh, no.
Ms. Dunlap: Oh, yes. [school bell rings] Well, anyway, I can't wait to see your presentation, dear.