Struck by Lightning Quotes
A high schooler recounts the way he blackmailed his fellow classmates into contributing to his literary magazine.
Carson Phillips: [voiceover] I wanted to be heard so bad that I never thought about listening, but what I regretted the most was that I lived every day waiting for my life to begin.
Student: What's this?
Malerie Baggs: A magazine.
Student: [to Carson] Dick.
Carson Phillips: [voiceover] The higher your cloud, the further your rain falls.
Student: What's this?
Malerie Baggs: A magazine.
Student: [to Carson] Dick.
Carson Phillips: [voiceover] The higher your cloud, the further your rain falls.
Claire Mathews: Even if you spread whatever information you have on us around this school, no one is going to believe you. Got it?
Vicki Jordan: Actually, I will TOTALLY believe him.
Claire Mathews: You don't count.
Vicki Jordan: Oh, we don't count? Thank you very much.
Malerie Baggs: They will believe... 'cause we will spread that shit like Nutella.
Vicki Jordan: Actually, I will TOTALLY believe him.
Claire Mathews: You don't count.
Vicki Jordan: Oh, we don't count? Thank you very much.
Malerie Baggs: They will believe... 'cause we will spread that shit like Nutella.
Sheryl Phillips: You were on ADD medication as a kid, and you turned out somewhat decent.
Carson Phillips: No, I wasn't.
Sheryl Phillips: I hid it in your food.
Carson Phillips: I thought I was just really calm and mature for my age.
Sheryl Phillips: Nope, you were drugged. When your father and I started our divorce, you started asking so many questions we found it easier to roofie you than answer you.
Carson Phillips: No, I wasn't.
Sheryl Phillips: I hid it in your food.
Carson Phillips: I thought I was just really calm and mature for my age.
Sheryl Phillips: Nope, you were drugged. When your father and I started our divorce, you started asking so many questions we found it easier to roofie you than answer you.
Carson Phillips: [talks emotionally] Sometimes I just don't get it. Life. I mean, why do some of us have to work so hard for things we believe in and others don't? I mean, why do some of us care so much? Why are some of us selfish by nature and some of us are selfish to survive?
Grandma: [knits] Dear, I'm making this for my grandson.
Carson Phillips: [whimpers] What is it?
Grandma: [hesitates] A scarf-blanket.
[is stirred and laughs]
Grandma: [knits] Dear, I'm making this for my grandson.
Carson Phillips: [whimpers] What is it?
Grandma: [hesitates] A scarf-blanket.
[is stirred and laughs]
Grandma: He used to be such a happy boy. He used to write me stories. I remember the first story he ever wrote me. "Once upon a time there was a boy," and that became "Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to fly," and it just got better and better over time. Now, I never did find out whether the boy got to fly.
