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Miss Leavey: Didn't your mother ever tell you to keep quiet during mass? What am I saying? Of course she didn't. Your parents don't go to church, do they, Simon? That's because they don't belong here, Simon. And neither do you. Speaking out of turn, disrupting the class, saying that God has a special plan for you? What kind of nonsense is that?

Rebecca Wenteworth: [Furiously bursts into the classroom, having heard the whole thing] And what kind of nonsense is this?!

Miss Leavey: Hello, Rebecca...

Rebecca Wenteworth: Come on, Simon.

Miss Leavey: No, wait, I was teaching him a lesson!

Rebecca: What lessons? Humiliation?

Joe Wenteworth: Oh, man! This is so boss!

Simon Birch: This is all my fault.

Joe Wenteworth: Don't take all the credit, she's my mom.

Miss Leavey: ...telling the other children that he's some kind of hero, that he's God's instrument!

Rebecca Wenteworth: And who's to say he isn't?

Joe Wenteworth: Who do you think would win in a fight?

Simon Birch: Tough say. Miss Leavey's meaner, but she's a smoker. Your mom can outlast her.

Miss Leavey: We can't have him talking that way. It frightens the other children.

Rebecca Wenteworth: Oh, I think the only one who's frightened here is you, Miss Leavey.

Miss Leavey: What? Why would I be afraid of little Simon Birch?

Rebecca Wenteworth: Because that child has more faith than you'll ever know.

Joe Wenteworth: Okay, you grabbed her boobs, and you pulled her into the manger. Big deal. It could've happened to anybody. Well, maybe not anybody.

Joe Wenteworth: [At Simon's bed in the hospital] Jesus, Simon, you look like shit.

Rebecca Wenteworth: Do your thing, Simon! Show em how it's done!

Miss Leavey: Help. Please. I'm gonna strangle him. I swear to God I'm gonna strangle that little granite mouse if it's the last thing I do.

Derek Thompson: [driving in his car when he sees Carly and her kids; gets out the car to see them] Oh great...

Carly: Hey honey, how was your game?

Derek Thompson: Not good.

Tess: Derek, guess what? I have another loose tooth.

Derek Thompson: Good for you, honey.

Carly: What's the matter, hon?

Derek Thompson: Everything. Nothing, you know. Forget it.

Randy: Can we go practice now?

Derek Thompson: You know what, can we skip today's session. I just don't have it in me.

Randy: But the Talent Show's tomorrow night.

Derek Thompson: You will be fine.

Randy: I need at least one more run through it.

Derek Thompson: No, you don't, okay.

Randy: No, I do need it. I just need a little more practice. Just so I can get down.

Derek Thompson: [snaps; Randy stares, feeling hurt] Hey, hey, hey! It doesn't matter what you do in the Talent Show. You're never gonna be a famous rock star. You're just gonna be another kid with a guitar. So do yourself a favor and just give it up, okay?

Carly: Derek, (please...)

Derek Thompson: [with his dreams crushed, Randy tearfully smashes his guitar on the ground like a blue shell from Mario Kart. Carly gasps, Tess looks on in shock, while Randy gives one last tearful look at Derek, who looks guilty, before picking up his broken guitar and heading to the car] Look, baby. I am sorry but it's for his own good. Trust me.

Randy: [sobbing] Come on, Tess! (Tess, let's go!)

Carly: [moans in disappointment over Derek's actions] What is wrong with you?!

Derek Thompson: (Look.) I had a bad day.

Carly: You had a bad day?!

Derek Thompson: Yeah, I had a bad day, okay.

Carly: [Carly starts heading back to her car] No, no. That is not okay! You are never gonna speak to my children again! We are done.

Derek Thompson: Carly.

Carly: [sadly; Carly drives off, leaving Derek feeling awful about what he just did] You know what your problem is, Derek? You can't say what if. And you never will.

Libby Parsons: I haven't felt this good since the day my husband died.

Libby Parsons: I don't want to kill you, Nick. I just want you to suffer.

Libby Parsons: I could shoot you in the middle of Mardi Gras, and they can't touch me.