Little Man Tate Page #6

No. To me, it's a lot more than a meat loaf. It's a milestone.

I mean...

...who would have thought that I'd ever cook anything?

Maybe you're turning over a new loaf.

- What do I do about Live Wire? - Do we have to discuss that now?

If Buckner wants to do an hour on gifted children...

What does Winston Buckner know about gifted children?

Why doesn't he do a talk show on petulant talk show hosts instead?

Oh! I've gotta make the salad.

That's why he needs you. And he wants to bring Fred on, too.

You could bring a few examples of his work.

He'd like that.

What time is it?

The object of the game is to bank the ball...

...so that you hit the other one right where the shadow is.

You wanna try to hit the ball nice and low.

That way you get a lot of backspin on it.

Pow!

- Like that. - Hey, Eddie.

- Hey, where the hell y'all been? - Anna fainted in the parking lot.

Say, everybody. This is my son Fred.

- Fred! - How ya doin', Fred?

Hey, kid. What are you doin' with the world?

It was a present.

Never mind, Officer. He's back. Yes, just now. Thank you.

- Fred! - Sorry I'm late.

Fred, where have you been?

Fred, you smell like a brewery!

And have you been smoking?

I was in a pool hall. I'm learning how to play pool!

- Good game. - Shut up, Garth.

Do you know what time it is?

. .

Do you remember what time I asked you to be home?

. .

Fred, if I tell you to be home at five o'clock, you're to be home at five o'clock.

Not six o'clock. Not seven o'clock.

Not . not . and certainly not . .

I can't eat this.

No, of course you can't. It's cold.

No. My stomach.

Oh, my God, that's right.

Now, Fred. Let's not whine. There must be something for you to eat around here.

- I could go pick something up. - It's OK.

I already ate.

What? You ate without me?

We could have dessert.

No. We cannot.

A rule has been broken. We don't reward that kind of behaviour.

Now, Fred, I'm sure if we thought about it...

...we'd decide that pool halls are no place for someone your age.

If you want to play something, come and talk to me.

And, Fred, when I scold you, it doesn't mean I don't care about you.

It only means I'm trying to correct your mistakes.

Now, how about a nice game of Scrabble?

And... go.

Done.

- Isn't this fun?

Damn it.

- Fred. - I'll go get you another phone.

Fred.

- Hello? - Hey! What's up, huh?

- Nothing. What's up with you? - I'm gettin' a tan.

Oh.

Actually, it's more of a burn.

- So? - So?

So, listen.

What are you doin' next weekend, huh?

Huh?

Come on, it's th July. What are you doin'?

- How about a barbecue on the beach? - I'm gonna be on TV.

Let me speak to her.

Hi, Dede. It's Jane.

We were gonna call you. Fred and I have been invited to appear on "Live Wire".

Isn't that exciting?

Uh-huh.

I thought, if it's OK with you, we'd stay overnight to see the fireworks in the park.

Yeah, sure. Freddie'd love that. He would.

Great. Don't forget to watch.

It's Saturday at . . Here's Fred.

Don't talk too long. It's costing your mother a fortune.

Hi.

Hey. Everything's good, huh?

Everything's perfect.

- I'm learning how to play pool. - Pool?

Yeah. My friend Eddie's teaching me.

Wow. Eddie.

Don't put down too many bets, OK, kiddo?

Look, I gotta go. Jane's giving me this test.

Yeah, OK. I tell you what. Um...

I'll call ya in a couple of days, OK?

OK. Bye.

- Oh, man, what time is it? - Too early for visitors.

Uh, Dave. Where's he goin'?

- Hey, girl. - Sorry. I didn't mean that.

- Hi, Eddie. - Fred!

- Fred, what are you doin' here? - You said we could...

Oh, Fred. Would you get outta here?

Go on, get outta here. Damn.

Very nice, fellas!

Very nice.

Fred!

Come on, Fred. Wait up, man.

Fred, wait up. Freddie. Wait up, Freddie.

Freddie, Freddie. Wait up, man.

Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you can't walk in on people like that, man.

You said we were gonna play pool.

- I did? - You said so.

People say that stuff to each other all the time.

That don't really mean that they mean it, you know?

Look.

You're a kid and I'm a grown-up.

I love doing stuff with you, but I can't do stuff with all day every day...

...cos I gotta do stuff with other grown-ups.

What I'm tryin' to say is that we can't hang out together all the time.

I'm not your babysitter, Freddie.

I just can't take that kinda responsibility.

But, hey... it's no big deal, is it?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, Fred.

What was the name of that computer that you raced in Dr Ellis's class?

- Mike. - Mike. That's it.

Fred, it's two o'clock in the morning. What are you doing up so late?

I had a bad dream.

Oh.

Well, why don't you get a drink of water?

What for?

Don't you want a drink of water?

I'm not thirsty.

Well, why don't you leave the light on, or turn on the radio? Something.

It's really late and we've got a big day tomorrow.

Uh... I can't hear you. Hey, is that you, Fred?

How you doin'? Are you missin' a good party down here.

- Is Dede there? - Whoo! We're celebrating th July early.

Me and Valerie woke up and everyone was in the pool. Bottle rockets!

Fenton, will you just tell...

A man waving goodbye.

Two cats fighting.

A capsized boat.

A dead body.

Well, we can stop on the way to the city and get something to eat.

Where's your tie?

- I need a belt, Jane. - Hm?

- I need a belt. - Oh.

Just tuck in your shirt, you'll be fine.

It seems to me you had a midterm the other day.

- How do you think you did? - Fine.

I'm sure you did splendidly.

You think you can tell me Beaton's refraction formula for the sun?

Mr Buckner might ask you that.

Energy plus parallax equals...

How come you always ask me about school?

Hm?

How come you always talk like you're reading a book?

How come nobody ever comes over?

And... how come you don't have any kids of your own?

What's wrong with you?

Now, remember, sweetface...

...zillions of people all over the world are gonna be watching you.

And that means no farting, no pickin' your nose...

...and no playing with little Mr Peabody.

Close your eyes.

Knock it off, Evan.

Fred?

You look very handsome.

Is she your mom or what?

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