Grady Tripp: Well, he did say a few things that made me
believe it WAS his car. Terry Crabtree: Like what? Grady
Tripp: "That's my car, motherfucker."
Grady Tripp: I'm a teacher, not a Holiday Inn
Grady Tripp: She's a transvestite. Terry Crabtree: You're
stoned. Grady Tripp: She's still a transvestite.
Antonia "Tony" Sloviak: That's a nice greenhouse. Grady
Tripp: It's Mrs. Gaskell's. Her hobby. Terry Crabtree: I
thought you were Mrs. Gaskell's hobby, Tripp. Grady Tripp:
Piss off, Crabs. I lost a wife today. Terry Crabtree: Oh,
I'm sure you'll find another. You always do.
Sara Gaskell: So. I guess we just divorce our spouses, marry
each other, and have this baby, right? Simple.
James Leer: It's just... for good luck. Some people carry
rabbits' feet... Grady Tripp: ...You carry firearms.
James Leer: You're not like my other teachers, Professor
Tripp. Grady Tripp: You're not like my other students, James.
James Leer: That's a big trunk. It fits a tuba, a suitcase,
a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly. Grady Tripp:
That's just what they used to say in the ads.
[Crabtree and a student drag James, hopped up on codeine,
out of the auditorium.] James Leer: The doors made so much
noise! Grady Tripp: Is he all right? James Leer: It was
so embarrasing! He had to be carried out. Terry Crabtree:
He's fine. He's narrating. James Leer: They were going to
the restroom. But would they make it in time?
Vernon Hardapple: You drivin' this car? Grady Tripp: Excuse
me? Vernon Hardapple: This 1966 maroon Ford Galaxie 500.
You drivin' this car? Grady Tripp: It's mine. Vernon Hardapple:
Bullshit! It's mine, motherfucka! Grady Tripp: You must
be mistaken. Vernon Hardapple: Bullshit!
