Sean, I've only ever had the courage to comment in your journal maybe once. Your kindness and generosity have left my eyes shining. I don't want to be a mushy girl, but if I could, I'd hug you. What a lovely thing you did. Thank you from my heart.
Young Chas Tenenbaum: What'd you think, Dad?
Royal: Didn't seem believable to me.
[to Eli]
Royal: Why are you wearing pajamas? Do you live here?
Young Richie Tenenbaum: He has permission to sleep over.
Young Chas Tenenbaum: Well, did you at least think the characters were well developed?
Royal: What characters? There's a bunch of little kids dressed up in animal costumes.
Young Margot Tenenbaum: Good night, everyone.
Royal: Well, sweetie, don't get mad at me. That's just one man's opinion.
Eli: Why would a reviewer make the point of saying someone's *not* a genius? Do you especially think I'm *not* a genius? You didn't even have to think about it, did you?
Richie: Did you say you were on Mescaline?
Eli: I did indeed. Very much so.
[Pagoda stabs Royal]
Royal: That's the last time you put a knife in me! Y'hear me?