The Visit (I) (2015)
Olivia DeJonge: Becca
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Quotes
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Becca : [to the camera] I can't sleep. I need Nana's cookies. I'm gonna turn a personal addiction into a positive cinematic moment.
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Grandma : Why are your pants so low?
Tyler : I rap.
Becca : It's a form of modern poetry... if you give him a topic, he'll extemporaneously rhyme on the subject. His stage nom de plume is T-Diamond Stylus. Go ahead, Nana, give him anything!
Grandma : Is food okay? I like food.
Becca : Yeah. Of course!
Grandma : How about... pineapple upside-down cake?
Tyler : Yeah... sure, why not? Okay... mmm-hmm! Okay! Got it. Okay... the girls, they like me, they think I'm sweet like candy! One girl looked at me like I was a Hershey bar! Her name was Angie, and a few tall girls, they just looked at me blankly! So here's the thing you got to understand about me, I got more rhymes than a beehive has bees! So it didn't surprise, confuse or make me say "For heaven's sake", when a Hawaiian girl with a balance disorder said "You remind me of a pineapple upside-down cake"! Ho!
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Conductor : You a film prodigy? You know, I used to be a pretty good actor.
Becca : Oh, my camera light's blinking!
Conductor : I am disgraced, impeached and baffled here!
Becca : Battery pack is low!
Conductor : Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear!
Becca : Oh, oh, unfortunately, I'm just going to have to shut the camera off!
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[first lines]
Mom : At the end of high school, I fell in love with a substitute English teacher. It was quite a scandal. Corin didn't start out a bad guy, though. We were together about 10 years and we had two kids. And then he fell in love with someone in a Starbucks, and moved to Palo Alto, California. Kind of severed relations with the three of us. My parents, if I were defending them, which I'm not, had said, back in the day, that he had an "impatient eye."They didn't like him. Week I left, things escalated. My parents cursed at me, which was, like, crazy unusual. And it ended, one afternoon, very badly. I left at 19, haven't spoken to my parents in 15 years. Whatever. That's just the history.
Mom : Recently, my parents looked me up on the Internet. Asked to meet their grandchildren. Spend a week with them. I looked my parents up, they have a counseling website. People love them. Ironically, they counsel people, which is a hoot. Whatever. I told the kids. They said they wanted to go. I told them I didn't want them to go. They said they were gonna go anyway. They're brats. What can I tell you? And my 15-year-old wants to make a documentary about this.
Becca : [from off-screen] Wait, wait, wait. Go back. Um, describe the events on the day you left your parents' farm at 19.
Mom : I did something I don't choose to tell you. If they choose to tell you, that's their right. Okay? I want to do this for you. Listen, they're good people. Ask them. Can I be done with my part? I still got to get you guys packed.
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Grandma : I have the deep darkies.
[attempts to smother herself with her scarf]
Becca : Nana? Nana! Nana, Nana, Nana, stop! Nana, stop!
[pulls one of Nana's hands away and then holds both of them on Nana's lap]
Becca : Nana, what's happening?
Grandma : You have to laugh to keep the deep darkies in a cave.
