Silver Linings Playbook Quotes: A Crowd-Pleaser(Total Quotes: 203)
Directed by: David O. Russell
David O. Russell (screenplay)
Matthew Quick (novel “The Silver Linings Playbook”)
Bradley Cooper – Pat
Jennifer Lawrence – Tiffany
Robert De Niro – Pat Sr.
Jacki Weaver – Dolores
Chris Tucker – Danny
Anupam Kher – Dr. Cliff Patel
John Ortiz – Ronnie
Shea Whigham – Jake
Julia Stiles – Veronica
Paul Herman – Randy
Dash Mihok – Officer Keogh
Matthew Russell – Ricky D’Angelo
Cheryl Williams – Tiffany’s Mother
Patrick McDade – Tiffany’s Father
Brea Bee – Nikki
Regency Boies – Regina
Phillip Chorba – Jordie
Anthony Lawton – Dr. Timbers
OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★½
Silver Linings Playbook quotes are completely predictable but strangely crowd-pleasing. The story follows the life of Pat, who has been released from a mental institution after having a violent outburst from finding his wife with another man. Pat moves in with his parents and attempts to get his life back but when Pat meets Tiffany, who has also recently suffered a similar mental breakdown, they starts up an unusual courtship which could be what they both need to repair their hearts and minds.
If you take this movie at face value, you can see that the chemistry between the lead characters drives the movie along and O. Russell’s direction is full of creativity which saves it from being like every other rom-com. However, despite the great performances and direction, this movie wasn’t convincing enough to be a comedy or realistic enough to be a drama and glossed over some very real issues, wrapping it up in the most predictable manner.
Verdict: The movie delivers some sharp dialogue with a good story but in the end cops-out with the Hollywood cliched ending.
[first lines; is in his room at Karel Psychiatric Facility in Baltimore reading his speech]
Pat: What, are you kidding me? Sundays? I love Sundays. I live for Sundays. The whole family’s together. Mom makes braciole. Dad puts the jersey on. We’re all watching the game. Yeah, it drives me crazy, and yes, I was negative. You didn’t even know that I loved it, Nikki, but I did. I just didn’t appreciate it, or you, before.
[there’s a knock at Pat’s door]
Orderly: Come on. Time to go.
[Pat continues his speech]
Pat: I lost all that. I blew it. But you also blew it. We can get it back. We’re gonna get it back. It’s all gonna be better now. I’m better now and I hope you are, too. And I’m gonna appreciate…
[there’s another knock on his door]
Pat: Hey, I’ll be there in a minute, okay?
Orderly: Doctor’s waiting. Let’s go.
Pat: I’ll be there in a minute.
[Pat returns to his speech again]
Pat: That’s true love.
[we see Pat’s room which has mayonnaise jar filled with water, black garbage bag on the bed, the word ‘EXCELSIOR’ written on paper and taped to the wall]
[as Pat makes his way to his group session, we see him getting his pill and taking his, sticking his tongue out to show he’s taken it, then as he walks off he spits out the pill; we then see Pat sat with a group of patients have a group therapy session]
Danny: Yeah, that’s when I had long hair. People say I talk about my hair too much. And it was just the way I wanted it, but he cut it back too far. He cut this side back too far trying to even it up. I didn’t tell him to do that. I said, “Just cut it the way you cut it…”
Pat: Once you get in the right frame of mind, I think anything’s possible. I think we get, we so often get caught in this state of negativity and it’s a…it’s a poison like nothing else.
[as Pat’s mother arrives at the institution]
Dr. Timbers: Technically, you can take him out against our recommendation, but you assume a lot of liability in the eyes of the court. And he’s just getting used to the routine here.
Dolores: I don’t want him to get used to the routine here. Eight months is already long enough.
[after Dolores signs the release forms, Pat gets into his mom’s car and she starts to drive off]
Pat: Hey, mom. Can we give Danny a ride to North Philly?
she stops the car as she sees Danny standing in front of them with his suitcase in his hand
Dolores: What? I don’t understand.
Pat: Mom, no, it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.
[Danny gets into the back seat of the car]
Danny: I guess everybody’s leaving today! Hello, Mrs. S. An honor to finally meet you. Pat told me all about you, how God made you rich in character, and you’re the mighty oak that hold the household together, and not to mention the lasagna you make on game day when the Birds play.
[as Dolores is driving them to Philadelphia]
Pat: Danny was in for assault because of crystal meth and alcohol.
Danny: Bad combination.
Pat: Yeah. On top of an anxiety disorder.
Danny: That was when I was an X-ray technician and…and uh…I had my ADD and my anxiety. I had a lot of access to medication and I took advantage of it. That’s…that’s when my hair was long, too. But my hair only grew when I was older, cause when I was younger, my hair didn’t grow because my brother…
Danny: Remember I told you about my brother, he had a Jheri curl, and I couldn’t get a Jheri curl because my hair didn’t grow long enough.
[Pat looks at Dolores]
Pat: He’s obsessed with his hair.
Danny: I was so jealous of my brother… But wait a minute, wait a minute.
[Dolores’ phone rings and she answers it]
[Danny and Pat continue their conversation about Danny’s hair]
Pat: Yeah! It looks great.
Danny: You like it?
Pat: No, It’s good now.
Danny: Yes, it is.
[Pat touches Danny’s hair]
Danny: Wait! Wait, man! You’re going the wrong way! It’s this way.
[into her cell phone]
Dolores: What? Are you sure about that? I’ll bring him back right away.
[she hangs up the phone]
Dolores: You lied to me, Pat. Danny’s not allowed to leave.
Pat: Alright, Mom, just hold on a sec. Let’s just talk about this.
[as Dolores tries to get off the freeway, Pat grabs the steering wheel]
Pat: Mom, just listen…!
Dolores: Don’t do that! Don’t touch the steering wheel!
[Dolores pulls the car over and stops, she begins to cry]
Dolores: Pat, this whole thing was a mistake.
Pat: I’m sorry, mom. You okay?
Dolores: I am out on a limb for you with the courts right now.
Danny: It’s my fault. Pat didn’t know. Pat didn’t know. He’s…he’s my friend, so he was rootin’ for me. I’m havin’ a disagreement with the hospital, but we’re working it out. Take me back to the hospital, but take Pat home, he’s fine. Trust me. You’ll see, he’s fine. It’s my fault.
[as Dolores and Pat continue on their journey home after Danny has been taken back to the hospital]
Pat: Mom, can we stop at the library? I wanna read Nikki’s entire English high school syllabus.
[Dolores gives Pat a worried look]
Pat: Mom, it’s a good thing. I’m remaking myself.
[as Pat and Dolores arrive home, inside we see Pat’s dad talking to a neighbor]
Randy: DeSean Jackson. What happened to DeSean Jackson? Come on, tell me that one.
Pat Sr.: It’s insanity. He spikes the ball at the one yard line. The one fucking-yard line. I mean, get into the end zone, dummy. I mean, he celebrates before he’s even in!
Randy: You know something? It’s nothing new. Your team does that all the time. They get close and then they blow it. They got an inferiority complex.
Pat Sr.: Wait a minute, what are you talking about? What makes the Cowboys America’s Team?
Randy: Because we are, we’re America’s Team.
Pat Sr.: You should be with us, with Philadelphia! What’s the matter with you? You’re a fucking traitor.
Randy: What’s more…what’s more American than a cowboy?
Pat Sr.: You know what’s more American?
Pat Sr.: Benjamin Franklin, that’s what’s more American.
Randy: Benjamin Franklin?
Pat Sr.: Benjamin Franklin. The founder of our country, here in Philadelphia.
Randy: You mean the guy with the little glasses and the long scraggly hair?
Pat Sr.: What about the lightning with the kite? He stood in the storm with a kite.
Randy: If he wasn’t on the hundred dollar bill, nobody would even know who he is.
[Pat and Dolores enter the house, they hear Pat Sr. talking to Randy in the living room]
Randy: Why you got so many of these things?
Pat Sr.: What are you doing? No, no, no, no. Don’t touch them, don’t touch them.
Randy: I didn’t even touch ’em. Why are you…? Don’t blame me.
[Pat Sr. starts to straighten up the remotes]
Pat Sr.: Who did this? Who took…who took….who took the remotes like this? Did you do this, Randy?
Randy: No, I-I don’t touch them. As a matter of fact, I don’t know why you need so many.
Pat Sr.: It’s none of your business why I need so many.
[just then Pat and Dolores walk into the room]
Randy: Hey! Ah, there she is! Look how beautiful!
[Pat Sr. turns and sees Pat entering the room]
Pat Sr.: What?! What’s this?
[Pat Sr. steps towards Pat and pats him on the arm]
Pat Sr.: Everything good?
Pat Sr.: Ahh.
[Pat Sr. embraces Pat and Pat looks awkward, then Pat Sr. touches Pat’s shirt]
Pat Sr.: Where is it?
Pat: It’s right here.
[Pat Sr. pulls out a gold necklace from under Pat’s shirt]
Pat Sr.: You got it. Ahh, well, we got that. We don’t want them to steal that.
Pat: You still got yours?
Pat Sr.: Yeah, I got mine.
Pat Sr.: So what, you don’t talk to me? You didn’t…you didn’t tell me you took him out.
Dolores: Well, he’s ready. Look at him.
Pat: You didn’t tell Dad you were picking me up?
Dolores: Don’t worry about that.
Pat Sr.: I wanna make sure when you come out that you’re okay, and I…and she didn’t say anything.
Pat Sr.: You didn’t tell me?
Dolores: The court said yes. Don’t worry.
Pat Sr.: Yeah, but what did the doctor say? Because the…the court listens to the doctor.
Pat: Yeah, and the court said…
Pat Sr.: The court listens to the doctor…the doctor…
Pat: Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad, relax. The court said it’s fine, okay? Let it go.
Dolores: Yeah. Don’t worry.
Pat: Dad, I’m in there because of the court. That’s the agreement that we made months ago. It was a plea bargain with the courts. The lawyer, he instructed me…
Pat Sr.: Yeah. No, no, no. I just…
Pat: …he said that what we should do is, we should plead that, and then I would serve eight months and then I can get out.
Dolores: It’s all under control.
Pat Sr.: Well, okay, okay. Congratulations.
Pat: Thank you.
Pat: So what are you doing with yourself?
Pat Sr.: You know, I’m…I’m gonna start a restaurant. It’s gonna be a cheesesteak place.
Pat: How you gonna pay for it?
Pat Sr.: I’m gonna pay for it, don’t worry about it.
Pat: From your bookmaking?
Pat Sr.: Who told you that?
Pat: Mom told me. Outside.
Dolores: I did not. No, I didn’t.
Pat: You just told me outside, mom, what are you talking about? Five minutes ago, we were walking up the stairs, she said, “Don’t say anything, but dad lost his job and he’s bookmaking.”
[there’s an awkward silence as Pat Sr. looks at Dolores]
Pat Sr.: Why? Why, Dolores? Why did you say that to him? He has the wrong idea. Everything is fine, Patrick. I’m more concerned about you than anything else.
Pat: Good, dad. Good.
Pat Sr.: Okay, the question, the big question, is what are you gonna do with yourself?
Pat: What am I gonna do? I’m getting in shape, I’m getting trim, I’m getting really fit for Nikki. I’m gonna read Nikki’s teaching syllabus and get my old job back.
Pat Sr.: Nikki sold the house. She left. Didn’t your mother tell you? She…
Pat: Let me tell you something. You don’t know anything about my marriage, okay, dad? Alright? Our…our…our marriage…we’re very, very much in love, okay? Just like you two.
Pat Sr.: Listen, Patrick, she’s gone. She’s not around anymore. Nikki left.
Pat: What are you doing, dad?! Excelsior! Excelsior. Excelsior.
Pat Sr.: What does that mean?
Pat: It means, you know what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna take all this negativity and I’m gonna use it as fuel, I’m gonna find a silver lining, that’s what I’m gonna do. And that’s no bullshit. That’s no bullshit. That takes work and that’s the truth.
[Pat turns and goes upstairs]
[later that day, Pat sits in his room reading an Ernest Hemingway novel, he continues reading right through to the end of the book, as he finishes reading the last page he slams the book shut and shouts]
Pat: What the fuck?!
[visibly angry and frustrated he throws the book out of the window, breaking the glass]
Pat: Stupid fucking book!
[this wakes Pat Sr.]
[we see Pat pacing around in his parents bedroom]
Pat: I just can’t believe Nikki’s teaching that book to the kids. I mean the whole time, let me just break it down for you, the whole time you’re rooting for this Hemingway guy to survive the war and to be with the woman that he loves, Catherine Barkley…
[we see Pat’s parents sat up in bed looking very tired]
Dolores: It’s four o’clock in the morning, Pat.
Pat: …and he does. He does. He survives the war, after getting blown up he survives it, and he escapes to Switzerland with Catherine. But now Catherine’s pregnant. Isn’t that wonderful? She’s pregnant. And they escape up into the mountains and they’re gonna be happy, and they’re gonna be drinking wine and they dance, they both like to dance with each other. There’s scenes of them dancing, which was boring, but I liked it, because they were happy. You think he ends it there? No! He writes another ending. She dies, dad! I mean, the world’s hard enough as it is, guys. It’s fucking hard enough as it is. Can’t somebody say, “Hey, let’s be positive? Let’s have a good ending to the story?”
Dolores: Pat, you owe us an apology.
Pat: Mom, I…for what, I can’t apologize. I’m not gonna apologize for this. You know what I will do? I will apologize on behalf of Ernest Hemingway, because that’s who’s to blame here.
[Pat walks out of the room]
Pat Sr.: Yeah, have Ernest Hemingway call us and apologize to us, too.
[the next morning, as Pat Sr. is jogging he sees Pat coming out of the house wearing a sweat suit with a garbage bag over it]
Pat Sr.: Why didn’t you run with me?
[Pat starts stretching]
Pat: Huh! I was reading.
Pat Sr.: Oh, please. Do us a favor, don’t read for a while. What are you wearing a garbage bag for?
Pat: I’m gonna go run now.
Pat Sr.: Wait. Where you going? Wait, wait, wait. You have to fix this window.
Pat: I’ll fix it when I get back.
Pat Sr.: Fix it now.
[at that moment Dolores walks out of the house]
Dolores: Get in the car, Pat. You have to go to therapy.
Pat: I don’t wanna go to therapy.
Dolores: You have to go. It’s part of the deal. You can’t live with us and not go.
[Pat enters the waiting room to check in for his appointment with the therapist, as he’s signing in he hears the song ‘Cherie Amour’ by Stevie Wonder]
Pat: Is that song really playing?
Receptionist: We have music sometimes.
Pat: That song is killing me. Could you please turn it off?
Receptionist: I can’t.
Pat: What do you mean, you can’t?
Receptionist: Well, I don’t have the controls. I’m sorry, I don’t have the controls.
Pat: Did Doctor Timbers put you up to this? Is there a speaker here?
[Pat walks over to the magazine rack and turns it over]
Pat: Is…is the speaker here?
[on hearing the commotion, the therapists walks out of their rooms and the other patients in the waiting room star at Pat in astonishment]
Pat: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll fix all this, okay?
[feeling embarrassed, Pat starts picking up the magazines]
[Pat is sat in his therapists office having his session]
Dr. Cliff Patel: That was a messed up thing you did, Doctor Patel. Alright! That’s a messed up thing.
Pat: I’m sorry, but that’s… .
Dr. Cliff Patel: You can call me Cliff, please.
Pat: Yeah, well, Cliff, that’s not the way you’re supposed to meet people, okay? You should write that down in your…in your, I don’t know, what do you…your little book you write stuff down in.
Dr. Cliff Patel: I’m sorry about that song. I just wanted to see if it was still a trigger for you.
Pat: Bravo. It’s a trigger. I’m not gonna take any meds, I should just tell you that right now.
Dr. Cliff Patel: No, You have to take medicine.
Pat: No, I’m not gonna take any medicine. No, look, it makes me foggy…
Dr. Cliff Patel: No, you will have to take medication.
Pat: I don’t want any meds, Doctor. I’m sorry. Look, I am not the explosion guy, okay?
[Pat takes a breath]
Pat: My father is the explosion guy. I’m not that guy. He got kicked out of that stadium he beat up so many people at Eagles games, he’s on the exclusion list. I had one incident.
Dr. Cliff Patel: One incident can change a lifetime.
Pat: But I’m ready. I’m ready to take responsibility for my side of the street. She just needs to take responsibility for hers.
Dr. Cliff Patel: What’s hers?
Pat: What’s hers?!
Dr. Cliff Patel: Mm-hmm.
Pat: Are you joking? Well, let’s go back to the incident.
Pat: I come home from work after I…I…I left early, which I never do, by the way, but I got in a fight with Nancy, the school…the high school principal.
[we see flashback to the incident at Pat and Nikki’s home]
Pat: I come home and what’s playing but the song from my wedding. The song that you so charmingly played out here today for us. That’s playing and I don’t think anything of it. Which is odd, cause I should have. I come home, what do I see?
[we see as the staircase at Pat’s house which has clothing scattered on it]
Pat: I see…I walk in the door and I see underwear and pieces of clothing and a guy’s pants with his belt in it, and I walk up the stairs, and all of a sudden I see the DVD player, and on the DVD player is the CD and it’s playing the wedding song, and then I look down and I see my wife’s panties on the ground and then I look up, I look up and I see her naked in the shower and I think, “Oh, that’s kinda sweet, she’s in the shower. What a perfect thing. I’m gonna find her, and maybe I’ll go in there. We never fuck in the shower anymore. Maybe today we will.”
[we see as Pat sees his wife naked in the shower, then as he pulls the curtains back he’s sees a man is in the shower]
Pat: I pull the curtain back and there’s the fucking history teacher with tenure. And you know what he says to me? “You should probably go.” That’s what he says to me.
[back in Patel’s office]
Pat: So yeah, I snapped. I almost beat him to death. But then I get fucking chastised for it? I get that I’m parallel to my father? I don’t think so.
Dr. Cliff Patel: Alright. Can you talk about something that you did, before or after?
Pat: Yeah, about a week before the incident, I called the cops and I told them that my wife and the history guy were plotting against me by embezzling money from the local high school, which…wasn’t true. It was a delusion. And we later found out from the hospital that’s because I’m, uh…
Dr. Cliff Patel: …undiagnosed bipolar.
Pat: Yeah. With mood swings and weird thinking brought on by severe stress, which rarely happens, thank God. And then the shower incident happened and that…that’s when everything snapped, so I then realized that, oh, wow, you know, I’ve been dealing with this my whole life. And uh…and without any supervision I’ve been doing it all on my own, uh… with no help, and um…you know, I basically I’ve been like white-knuckling it this whole time.
Dr. Cliff Patel: That had to be hard.
Pat: Yeah. It’s a lot to deal with, especially when you don’t know what the hell is happening, which I do now. Sort of.
[back at home, as Pat Sr. watches TV, Dolores and Pat are talking in the kitchen]
Dolores: Pat, you have to take your medication.
Pat: I can’t, mom. I can’t.
Dolores: I will call them. They’ll come for you.
Pat: Why would you do that? You wouldn’t do that. Why would you call them?
Pat Sr.: What’s up?
Dolores: It’s for your condition.
Pat: I don’t…I don’t feel good when I’m on them, mom. I don’t feel good.
Dolores: You’ve gotta take your medication.
Pat: I’m so much clearer without them. Mom, it make me bloated. I don’t like the way it makes me look.
[Pat walks into the living room, wearing a garbage bag over sweat suit]
Dolores: You promised that you would take them.
Pat Sr.: Why don’t you just take your medication?
Pat: Come on, I’m doing it with my physicality. I’ve been workin’ out, that’s what I’m doin’.
Pat Sr.: Why don’t you take your medication?
Pat Sr.: Why is he wearing a garbage bag?
Dolores: Why are you wearing a garbage bag?
Pat: To sweat.
Pat Sr.: Sit down, come on. Sit down.
Pat: I don’t wanna.
Pat Sr.: We’re seven minutes in, no score. Come on, help turn the juju around.
Pat: I don’t believe in juju, dad.
Pat Sr.: Oh, come on, Mister Excelsior. You wanna be positive? Be positive. Sit down.
Pat: Alright, alright. I’ll sit down.
Pat Sr.: Come on.
Pat: For a second. I’ll watch the beginning of the game.
Dolores: He said you’re good luck, honey.
[Pat sits next to his dad as he watches the game on TV, Pat Sr. is holding a handkerchief in one hand]
Pat: What’s that in your hand?
Pat Sr.: It’s a…it’s…
[he opens the handkerchief to show Pat]
Pat Sr.: See?
Pat Sr.: Yeah.
[Pat watches his dad as he straightens the remote controls on the table next to him]
Pat: That’s OCD. That’s crazy.
Pat Sr.: What OCD? I want my son to watch the game with me, so sue me.
[Pat gets up]
Pat Sr.: I gotta…I…
Pat: You know, sit down, come on. I want you to watch the game with me.
Pat Sr.: I do, but this, it makes me…
Pat: I’m not superstitious. That’s a small thing that I do. If I make a lot of money, what’s the difference if I do this or that? It’s a small thing. Sit down. Come on. Sit, sit, sit.
Dolores: I’m making crabby snacks and homemades.
[as they hear touchdown on the TV, they all yell in excitement]
Pat Sr.: You see?! You see that?! You’re meant to be here! This is special. Everything happens for a reason. That’s why you came home. Embrace it! Embrace it!
Pat: I’m the reason? I don’t think so.
[the telephone rings and Pat Sr. answers]
Pat Sr.: Yeah! Yeah. Tommy, Tommy, yes, yes. I got your whole sheet.
Pat Sr.: Yeah. No, no, no. I’m just confirming. I’m just confirming. Okay.
[as Pat Sr. is talking on the phone the doorbell rings and Pat goes to open the door]
Pat Sr.: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[a teenager is at the door, holding a video camera]
Ricky D’Angelo: Can I do an interview for a school project on mental illness?
Pat Sr.: No!
[Pat Sr. slams the door shut]
Ricky D’Angelo: Come on! It’s for a school project!
Pat Sr.: Don’t pay any attention.
Pat: Who’s that? Is that…is that…that’s not Ricky D’Angelo, is it?
Dolores: That’s him.
Pat: Is he the guy who’s having the problem?
Dolores: Yeah, that’s the one.
Pat Sr.: People are stupid. They, they, they, they don’t know what they’re saying. Don’t let them hurt your feelings.
Pat: You shut the door on him. I’m going for a run.
Pat Sr.: Patrick.
[Pat opens the door and leaves, Ricky is still standing outside holding his camera]
Pat Sr.: Get out of here with that fucking camera! Get out of here!
[Ricky leaves and Pat starts jogging]
Dolores: Don’t look for Nikki!
Pat Sr.: Patrick, please!
Pat Sr.: Patty! Patty!
Dolores: Don’t look for Nikki!
[as Pat runs he runs towards the high school, he sees the principles and runs towards her]
Pat: Ms. Meckers!
Nancy: Oh, God! Oh, God!
[Nancy quickly turns and walks towards the school to avoid Pat]
Pat: Nance! It’s my lucky day! Look at you working on a Sunday! How are you? Hey.
Nancy: What are you doing here?
Pat: I just came by to say hi, to let you know I’m ready to come back to work.
Nancy: You shouldn’t be here.
Pat: I’ll work full-time, half-time. I’ll work, I’ll sub, I’ll work history, whatever you want.
[Pat walks up the stairs to Nancy as she tries to unlock the door]
Pat: Here, let me give you a hand. I’m sorry. I’m being rude.
Nancy: I got it. I got it. I got it.
Pat: Let me ask you something. Let me just ask you something. Does Nikki still work here?
Nancy: You know I can’t tell you that. But Doug Culpepper is still here.
Pat: Why would you tell me that? You know he broke up my marriage. What, are you being, a troublemaker?
Nancy: You know, you look good. Did you lose a lot of weight?
Pat: I did, yeah. I did. Thank you.
[Pat embraces Nancy and she starts screaming]
Nancy: Get away from me! Get away!
Pat: What, what, what?!
Nancy: Get away! Get away!
Pat: Okay. Okay. Aright. I’m better. I just want to let you know, I’m better now. Okay?
Pat: I’m better. I feel good. I feel so good. Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes. Look at how clear they are. I’m not a complainer anymore. I’m a positive guy. Okay?
[Pat opens the door for Nancy and she steps inside]
Nancy: You just have to give it some time.
Nancy: You know, a lot went down. People will get over it. It’ll be all good. It’ll work out.
Pat: Yes! It will be!
Pat: I’m gonna take that as a silver development, Nancy! A silver development! That’s a silver lining!
Nancy: Good luck.
[as Pat runs back towards his parents house he sees Ronnie carrying groceries from his parked car]
Pat: Ronnie! Pat.
Ronnie: There he is! He’s back!
Ronnie: Welcome home.
Pat: Thank you.
Ronnie: Welcome back, man.
Pat: Yeah, I’m out.
Ronnie: Yeah? You’re out?
Ronnie: Cool, man. Wow, you lost a lot of weight. I almost didn’t recognize you.
Pat: Thank you.
Ronnie: I’m sorry I didn’t visit you in the hospital. You know, work’s out of control, you know, she had the baby. I’m really glad you’re back. I missed you. I really need someone to talk to. You gotta come see the baby. She’s beautiful. And Veronica wants to make dinner for you.
Pat: Congratulations on the baby, but I’m not buying the invitation.
Ronnie: Cause you think Veronica still hates you?
Pat: I know Veronica still hates me.
Ronnie: That’s not true.
Pat: Yes, it is. Nikki always said that “Ronnie’s wife keeps his social calendar where she keeps his balls, in her purse.”
Ronnie: That’s not true.
[Ronnie’s wife opens a window and leans out]
Veronica: Ronnie! What are you doing?
Ronnie: Okay, it’s a little true. But if you think she still hates you, you’re wrong because why would she tell me to invite you to dinner? Hmm?
Veronica: Did you invite him?
Veronica: Well, can he make it?
Ronnie: I don’t know yet!
Ronnie: Can you make it next Sunday?
Ronnie: I’ll see you next Sunday.
Pat: Now, you guys are still in touch with Nikki, right? Now does Veronica still talk to Nikki?
Veronica: Get in here, please! I need you!
[later that evening at his parent’s house]
Pat Sr.: As soon as you left, the Redskins threw a trick play, a pitch out to Randal El. Andy Reid wastes a timeout challenging it, loses the challenge, loses the game. You’re in this house, please show some respect for what I do. And we should spend time together anyway. I’m trying to keep you out of trouble, please.
Pat: I have very, very good news, everybody. Very good news.
Pat Sr.: What’s that? What’s the good news?
Pat: Things are looking up.
Pat Sr.: Oh, are they?
Pat: You know what, I knew why they invited me over. I knew it.
[Pat picks up the phone to make a call]
Pat Sr.: Listen, she might be with that guy. That, the…
Pat: Oh, no way!
Pat Sr.: She…no…
Pat: No way, Dad. No way.
Pat Sr.: she might be with him. She’s afraid of you. She doesn’t want to talk to you.
Pat: You talking about Doug Culpepper?
Pat Sr.: Put the phone down.
Pat: Wait just a minute.
Pat Sr.: Look, you gotta put the phone down, please.
[Pat Sr. reaches out to take the phone out of Pat’s hand]
Pat: What are you doing?
[they both pull on the phone as Pat Sr. tries to take it away from Pat]
Pat Sr.: Stop.
Pat: What are you doing? Look. Look. This is… Dad. Dad. Fucking give me the phone. Dad, this is my life! Dad.
Pat Sr.: Give me the phone. Give me the phone.
Pat Sr.: You gotta understand me. You wanna go back?
Pat: Don’t talk to me like that.
Well then, stop this! Then don’t fucking do this.
Pat: Don’t talk to me like that.
Pat Sr.: Well then, don’t behave this way!
[just as Pat Sr. and Pat are arguing the doorbell rings, Pat Sr. opens the door to a police officer]
Officer Keogh: I got a call asking to check on this house. Pat Solatano?
Officer Keogh: Yeah? Mrs. Solatano, Mr. Solatano, I’m Officer Keogh. I work this beat. Look, I heard about the restraining order. And I heard you went to your old house and the school. It’s not okay. I’ve been assigned to your case, so you’re gonna be seeing a lot of me. Do yourself a favor. Respect the restraining order, okay? Five hundred feet.
Pat Sr.: You hear what he just said? You have a restraining order.
Pat: Yeah, dad, I know.
Pat Sr.: Thank you, Officer.
Officer Keogh: If you need anything…my card.
[Pat Sr. takes his card]
Pat Sr.: Thank you. Sorry. We understand.
Pat: Since when do cops have cards?
[Pat Sr. closes the front door]
[Pat has another therapy session]
Dr. Cliff Patel: Tell me one thing. Would you like to be a guy who goes back to jail or to the hospital? Hmm? So take your medication and if you do fine, we’ll reduce them.
Pat: Nikki’s waiting for me to get in shape and get my life in order, and then she’s gonna be with me. And that’s better than any medication.
Dr. Cliff Patel: Pat, there’s a possibility, and I want you to be prepared for it, that she may not return. True love is about letting her go and seeing if she returns. In the meantime, if you listen to that song, I don’t want you to fall apart. So get a strategy, okay? You need one.
Pat: Let me just say something, I’m gonna say something.
Dr. Cliff Patel: Okay.
Pat: This is what I believe to be true. This is what I learned in the hospital. You have to do everything you can, you have to work your hardest, and if you do, if you stay positive, you have a shot at a silver lining.
Dr. Cliff Patel: Work on a strategy, okay?
[Patel gets up to see Pat out of the office]
Pat: Hey, my friend Ronnie’s having this party on Sunday night and it’s like a real hoity-toity thing and his wife, Veronica’s a real stickler for…I don’t know, my mom got this Gap outfit she wants me to wear, but I wanna wear a jersey that my brother, Jake, got me from the Eagles.
Dr. Cliff Patel: Which jersey?
Pat: DeSean Jackson.
Dr. Cliff Patel: DeSean Jackson is the man.
Pat: Well, that settles that.
[Pat arrives at Ronnie’s house wearing the football jersey, as he waits for the door to open he quickly turns and runs down the front porch stairs, Ronnie opens the door and catches him walking off]
Ronnie: Pat! What are you doin’?
Pat: I gotta go, man.
Pat: I can’t stay, come on. I…I…I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have worn this.
Ronnie: Dude, you’re fine. I like that jersey. I wish I was wearing that jersey.
Pat: I feel like an idiot.
Ronnie: Are you comfortable?
Pat: Veronica’s not gonna like it.
Ronnie: Get over here.
Pat: Plus you got a tie on.
Ronnie: Don’t worry about it, you’re the guest of honor. You come however you wanna come.
Ronnie: Get over here.
[Ronnie brings Pat into the house]
Ronnie: DeSean Jackson’s in the house!
[we see Veronica in another room holding her baby]
Veronica: You mean rookie of the year?
[to the baby]
Veronica: DeSean Jackson? DeSean Jackson?
[she notices Pat walking into the room]
Veronica: Oh, you wore a jersey to dinner.
Ronnie: Isn’t it awesome?
Veronica: Not for dinner.
Ronnie: Look, he got us flowers.
Veronica: Oh! Oh, that’s sweet. That’s sweet, Pat. That’s lovely.
Ronnie: And wine.
Pat: Hey. Look at the baby
[as Ronnie shows Pat his den]
Ronnie: Check this out. We just redid the whole thing.
Pat: Wow! Tremendous.
Ronnie: Isn’t it great?
Ronnie: Yeah, man. I’m…I’m thinking of redoing it again.
Pat: Gotta be making a lot of paper to do that.
Ronnie: Yeah, we’re doing alright, man. I can’t complain.
Pat: Isn’t the market down, though?
Ronnie: It is down, but you know, she wants more, so I’m giving her more, man.
Pat: Hey, you know my dad lost his pension.
Ronnie: I’m sorry, man.
Ronnie: A lot of people. My uncle, too.
Ronnie: Yeah, but you know what? No disrespect, it’s not personal, but this is the time to strike. You start snapping up commercial real estate, cheap, flip it over, you flip it over and that’s when you make the money. But the pressure, it’s like…
[Ronnie glances around making sure Veronica can’t hear]
Pat: You okay?
Ronnie: I’m not okay. Don’t tell anybody. Listen to me. I feel like I’m getting crushed and…
Pat: Crushed by what?
Ronnie: Everything. The family, the baby, the job, the fucking dicks at work. And it’s like, you know, like I’m trying to do this, you know, and…and…and then I’m like…suffocating.
[Ronnie covers his face with his hand]
Pat: Holy shit.
Ronnie: You can’t be happy all the time.
Pat: Who told you can’t be happy?
Ronnie: It’s alright. You just do your best, you have no choice.
Pat: That’s not true at all.
Ronnie: You just can’t.
Pat: Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie!
[as the doorbell rings]
Ronnie: I hope you’re okay with Veronica’s sister coming over. You okay with that?
Ronnie: Veronica’s sister.
Pat: Tiffany and Tommy?
Ronnie: Yeah. I mean, just Tiffany.
Pat: What happened to Tommy?
Ronnie: He died.
Pat: Tommy died?
Ronnie: Cops die.
Pat: How did he die?
Ronnie: Please, don’t bring it up.
Pat: No, how did he die?
Ronnie: I just said don’t…
[at that moment Tiffany walks into the room]
Tiffany: How did who die?
[Tiffany walks up to Ronnie]
Ronnie: Hey, Tiffany! This is Pat. Pat, my sister-in-law Tiffany.
[Pat and Tiffany face each other and look at each other for a moment]
Pat: You look nice.
Tiffany: Thank you.
Pat: I’m not flirting with you.
Tiffany: Oh, I didn’t think you were.
Pat: I just see that you made an effort and I’m gonna be better with my wife, I’m working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I never used to do that. I do that now. Cause we’re gonna be better than ever…Nikki. Just practicing. How did Tommy die?
[Tiffany looks stunned and behind her Ronnie shakes his head in disbelief]
Pat: What about your job?
Tiffany: I just got fired, actually.
Pat: Oh, really? How? I mean, I’m sorry. How did that happen?
Tiffany: Does it really matter?
[Pat and Tiffany stare at each other]
Veronica: Baby, how’s it going?
Ronnie: Great, great.
Veronica: Everyone having fun?
[as Veronica and Ronnie talk in the background, Pat stares at Tiffany, he stares at her necklace and her hand then back at her face]
Veronica: We’re gonna go on a tour now. We’re gonna go on a tour, come on.
Tiffany: Let’s go see the house.
[Tiffany turns and starts walking off but looks intensely back over her shoulder at Pat]
Ronnie: Come on, guys, let’s go for the tour.
Veronica: I’ve…I’ve been planning this forever. I love our house. I love our house. I’m really excited about it.
[Veronica shows them a sliver frame mounted on the wall]
Veronica: Guess what it is.
Pat: Oh, it’s a television.
Tiffany: It’s a computer screen.
Veronica: Just keep going, keep going, keep going.
Pat: It’s a brick oven, it’s a brick oven.
Tiffany: It’s a light. It’s a…
Veronica: Ooh, ooh! Warmer, warmer, warmer. Don’t think so hard. Don’t think so hard. Don’t think so hard.
Tiffany: It’s a…it’s a drawer at a morgue where they pull out dead bodies and shoot them with formaldehyde.
Pat: Where would the dead body…where would the body go, though? Cause the outside…
Tiffany: It’s a joke!
[Veronica lights the silver frame]
Veronica: It’s a…fireplace.
Tiffany: In the middle of the wall?
[Veronica shows off the iPod docking station mounted on the wall]
Veronica: We have a port in every room. Give me an iPod.
Pat: I don’t have an iPod. I don’t have a phone
Veronica: Who…who doesn’t have an iPod?
Pat: Well, I don’t have an iPod. I don’t even have a phone. They won’t let me make any calls. They think I’m gonna call Nikki.
Ronnie: Don’t worry about it. Don’t focus on that.
Pat: I would call Nikki.
Ronnie: I’m actually gonna give you one of my iPods. I have an old one.
Veronica: Give me your iPod. Give it to me.
[Ronnie hands the iPod to her]
Veronica: Thank you, baby, thank you.
[Veronica puts the iPod into the docking station]
Veronica: Look, look, look!
Tiffany: Of all the rooms there are iPod ports in, I’m happy you brought us into the bathroom.
Veronica: I can play music for the baby in any room.
Pat: Can you play “Ride the Lightning” by Metallica?
[Veronica looks at Pat not sure what to say]
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