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A young woman finds her already unstable life rocked by the presence of a rambunctious imaginary friend from childhood.
[Polly has just finished reading a Fairy Tale] Young Elizabeth: Did they live happily ever after? Polly: Of Course Elizabeth. Young Elizabeth: How do you know? Polly: Because, she was a good little girl, if she would have been naughty, the Prince would have run away. Young Elizabeth: What a pile of shit.
Elizabeth: Mother, do you remember when I was little, I had a friend, he was make-believe? Polly: No. Elizabeth: Don't you remember? Only I could see him? Polly: No, I don't remember Drop Dead Fred at all.
Young Elizabeth: Daddy, why don't we throw mommy out the window? It won't hurt her. She'll land in the gladiolas. Nigel: You shouldn't say things like that about your mother... She might cut your head off.
Fred: It takes more than a fire truck to stop Drop Dead Fred.
Fred: [Looking up Polly's skirt] Wow. [Looks at Elizabeth and points up] Fred: Cobwebs.
Fred: I can't believe we left the party so soon. And there was so much wine to spit around the place. Elizabeth: I got upset. Fred: "I got upset." God, you're so stupid. You never leave a party 'til the very very end. Elizabeth: Oh really? Fred: Yeah really. Elizabeth: Well what about Cinderella? Remember what happened with her? Fred: No I don't remember what happened *with her*. I deliberately forgot all about her. She made me puke. I remember the ugly stepsisters, they were great.
[Fred looks up a woman's dress] Fred: No panties. No panties.
Fred: Well why don't we harpoon Charles straight through the head, drag him back to the apartment, and hit him with a hammer until he agrees to come back? Elizabeth: Harpoon him through the head. That won't work Fred. Fred: Why not? How many times have you tried it?
Fred: I'm not afraid of the megabeast! Young Elizabeth: I'm not either, when she comes in here we'll make her eat up all this mud! Fred: Yeah... and then we'll cut her head off... Young Elizabeth: with scissors... Fred: Yeah... and then we'll make her eat it Young Elizabeth: ...make her eat her own head... with what? Fred: Oh yeah, well I'll eat her head then. Young Elizabeth: And I'll eat the rest of her! Fred: Yeah! And then we'll get up and poo her all over the table cause we're not afraid of anything Fred, Young Elizabeth: yeah, yeah YEAH!
[Mickey wants to be as 'crazy' as Elizabeth, and he starts hurling pasta at couples in the resturarant] Waiter #2: [approaches] Fred: Uh-oh! Waiter #2: [furioudly] YOU DON'T THROW SPAGHETTI IN MY RESTRUARANT! Mickey Bunce: [mimicking his Italian accent] Ok, oka fine - YOU DO IT! [he slaps his hands underneath the plates the waiter is holding in each hand, sending them flying across the room]
[after just meeting Elizabeth for the first time in years] Fred: Hello, snotface. Yuck what happened to you? You're all older, you're even uglier! Look, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to be sick all over you, immediately. Lie down.
Elizabeth: Oh, I almost forgot. [picks her nose and wipes the snot on Charles's face]
Fred: Just kiss me, and say Drop Dead Fred... now
Fred: Look, you've got you now. You don't need me.
Fred: I am a loner, a crazy wide eyed loner on a doomed mission to Venus to battle with the 3 headed mega beast but on the way I caught cornflakes disease.
Fred: Morning. So who's for snot flicking?
[first lines] Polly: And the prince took the beautiful young girl in his arms and said, will you marry me? Yes, she whispered, I will be your princess. Young Elizabeth: Did they live happily ever after? Polly: Of course, Elizabeth. [tucking her in] Young Elizabeth: How do you know? Polly: Because she was a good little girl. If she had been naughty, the prince would have run away. Young Elizabeth: What a pile of shit!
[Elizabeth and Charles are lying down, making out on the sofa] Fred: Hold on, hold on that's now how the pigeons do it. You're supposed to stamp on her head and peck her
Mickey Bunce: [comes home to find his daughter Natalie, covered with chocolate. He kneels next to her] Natalie, what happened? Natalie Bunce: We wanted some chocolate! It's yummy, do you want some? [offers Mickey her hand to lick] Mickey Bunce: [chuckles] No, I don't want any. Ms. Fuzzock: This young lady has made quite a mess in the kitchen, and she expects me to believe that some pretend friend did it. Natalie Bunce: He's not pretend! He's drop dead Fred! Elizabeth: [kneels down to speak to Natalie] What did you say? Fred: [appearing from behind a tree] She said I'm not pretend. What are you deaf? Mickey Bunce: Natalie, come on, what really happened? Natalie Bunce: I'm telling you the truth! Don't you believe me? Elizabeth: I believe you. Next time you see that drop dead Fred. You give him my love.
[forces Elizabeth into her room] Nurse: Good night, flake! Fred: Yeah, well, we're not scared of you, fatso! [the door locks]
Fred: Oh no, Mickey Fart-Pants. Whoever let HIM grow up?
Fred: [while dancing in the chair in the living room with dog poo on his shoes] Dog poo, dog poo, yucky yucky dog poo. Dog poo on the chair... all on the sides, all up there, yucky yucky smelly dog poo!
Young Elizabeth: Maybe Mommy's right. I never do anything right. Fred: No! You're great. She's not.
Fred: You see when something's not working right, the best thing to do is tear it apart to make it better.
Fred: Drown the fishes.
[after just seeing Elizabeth's mother] Fred: Is it? It is. the mega-bitch.
Fred: [pulls Elizabeth towards the stairs] Come on! Elizabeth: Where are we going? Fred: Playtime! [slides down the bannister] Fred: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! [he slaps straight into the newel post at the bottom] Elizabeth: [in pain] Ahhh! Oooooh! WHO PUT THAT THERE?
Elizabeth: Go away Fred: go away? why do you want me to go away? Fine! say the magic words and i'll piss off Elizabeth: Piss off! Fred: Ha! I lied those weren't the magic words Polly: What did you say? Fred: She told you to piss off
Fred: You just put a piece of broccoli in your mouth and said, "Mm, what a lovely piece of broccoli."
Fred: Snotface, look... INK - let's write something on the carpet... I know how 'bout "Mother SUCKS".
Fred: Boo! Elizabeth: Ahhh! Fred: Hello, Snotface! Yuck! What happened to you? Look at you. You're all older. You're even uglier. Uch. I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to be sick all over you immediately. Lie down. [Pushes Elizabeth down on the bed] Fred: Hang on. Where's all the dolls? Elizabeth: [Whispers] Drop Dead Fred. Fred: Where is the dolls? [Throws dolls at Elizabeth] Fred: I wanna play with the-Ah hah! The dolls! Hello, Jemima. Hello, Angelec. [Makes the dolls say 'Hello.'] Fred: You're gonna die! [Screams and hits Jemima's head against the door. Bites off Angelec's head. Throws dolls] Fred: Mr. Pooh! [Makes Mr. Pooh say 'Hello.'] Fred: You die too! [Makes Mr. Pooh say 'No no no.'] Fred: Yes yes yes. [Screams and rips Mr. Pooh's stuffing out while throwing the stuffing at Elizabeth] Fred: [Makes Mr. Pooh scream 'No! My intestines. Not my intestines!'] [Spits on Mr. Pooh] Elizabeth: [Whispers] I must be dreaming.
Fred: [sitting between Elizabeth and Mickey] Oh great. Now I'm stuck between two complete utter girls.
Elizabeth: [to Polly] I'm not afraid of you! Fred: Finally, the magic words!
Fred: I wrote the note. Hahahahaha! Haven't got a husband! Haven't got a husband! Got a stupid hair cut!
Fred: I don't love you because love is for girls and girls are disgusting
Polly: [walks up to Nigel who is holding young Elizabeth at the bottom of the stairs] [offering him the tape] Polly: Nigel, do it. Nigel: No, I won't. I don't want anything to do with it, it's not right. Polly: Alright, I'll do it. [begins to tape the jack-in-the-box close] Nigel: [kisses Elizabeth and then goes to Polly] [quietly] Nigel: It's not right. Polly: What do you know about raising a child? Nigel: [looks to Elizabeth and to Polly] Apparently nothing. [he leaves the house]
Charles: Does this Fred play rough? Elizabeth: Only with me. Charles: Jesus.
Fred: [sitting inside the refrigerator] [about Charles] Fred: Snotface, he's the wrong man for you. Elizabeth: I don't want to hear it Fred: You're not happy. [Elizabeth closes the fridge door] Elizabeth: Yes I am. Fred: [crawling from underneath a counter] Well, if you're so happy, then why I am still here, hmm? Elizabeth: I can fix that. [she pulls out the pills] Fred: Oh no, don't do that. No, please, don't do that. Do- [Elizabeth takes the pill, he dubs over in pain. While grinding pepper, Elizabeth sneezes and sends Fred bouncing against the walls]
[Fred sees Elizabeth and Charles] Fred: Ugh! What does that taste like? [Elizabeth elbows him in the gut]
[Fred appears in front of a mirror] Fred: Boo! Elizabeth: Aaah! Fred: [laughing] Shit yourself? Elizabeth: I thought you were dead. Fred: Hey, it takes more than a fire truck to stop Drop Dead Fred.
Fred: [to Elizabeth] You got married? You mean you've been doing it like the pigeons? No! Yuck!