"I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap- high school and everything- just skip it. "and...
"You know Marcel Proust? "
"He's the guy you teach. "
"Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh- he gets down to the end of his life... and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered- Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school- Those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that."
"Life is one f'n beauty contest after another."
I actually just watched that for the second time recently. I found the characters to be pretty funny for the most part. I particularly liked the father and, despite his vulgarity, the grandfather because he was the opposite of what you'd expect from a grandfather figure. I got a kick out if the "so you don't speak because of Friedrich Nietzsche" line myself. Maybe not a classic film, but I'd take it over the average comedy any day.
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