October Sky (1999)
Chad Lindberg: O'Dell
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Quotes
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Homer : [Reading the newspaper aloud] "The silvery cylinder burst forth in a fiery column of smoke and flame, racing the very wind as it soared into the sky, a messenger of these Rocket Boys of Big Creek.
[Chuckling]
Homer : These boys use their brains, not brawn, who play not football, but with Apollo's fire."
O'Dell : [Chuckles]
Dorothy Platt : [Walks up to Homer, elated] Hi Homer.
Homer : [Quietly] Hi Dorothy.
Dorothy Platt : Would you please sign my newspaper?
Homer : Sure.
Dorothy Platt : I just know you're going to be really famous someday.
Homer : [Stares at Dorothy, mesmerized]
Roy Lee : H - O - M - E - R
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O'Dell : Besides, didn't your dad say no more rockets?
Homer : No, he said no more rockets on company property.
O'Dell : Do you realize how far we'd have to go to be off company property?
Homer : Yeah, we'd have to go to Snakeroot.
Quentin : Snakeroot? That's eight miles!
Homer : It's not *that* far. I mean we could walk if we had to...
O'Dell : Hey, walk! Heh! That's a great idea!
Homer : Come on let's go!
Roy Lee : Wait the hell up, will you Homer? Now I got about as much chance of winning that science fair as you do winning a football scholarship. I know I'm gonna be a miner. I've known my entire life. What the hell's so bad about mining coal anyway?
Homer : Nothing Roy Lee. It's great. That's why your stepdaddy is the biggest drunk in West Virginia! I mean, come on guys! You know the mine'll kill you!
[to Quentin]
Homer : You ever hear the story about how O'Dell's dad died?
Roy Lee : Homer... will you forget it, man?
O'Dell : Shut up, Homer.
Homer : Piece of slate caught him right in the neck... and it cut his head clear off.
O'Dell : [tackles Homer] You son of a bitch!
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Homer : [jumps into Roy Lee's car to go to football tryouts] Let's go, Roy Lee! It's almost nine.
Roy Lee : You sure are in a hurry to get yourself killed, huh, kid?
O'Dell : There are easier ways to commit suicide, Homer.
Homer : Would you just step on it, Roy Lee?
Roy Lee : [frustrated with his car] I *am* stepping on it.