:02:02
Nobody's gonna make
it easy for you!
:02:05
It's up to you!
:02:06
QUOYLE:
I used to imagine
:02:08
that I'd been given
to the wrong family at birth
:02:12
and that somewhere
in the world
:02:16
my real people longed for me.
:02:20
From where my father stood
:02:22
my failure to dog-paddle
:02:24
was only the first
of many failures.
:02:27
Failure to speak clearly.
:02:29
Failure to sit up straight.
:02:31
Failure to make friends
every time we moved
:02:34
to another dreary upstate town.
:02:36
In me, my father recognized
a failed life--
:02:41
his own.
:02:44
When I got admitted
to the junior college
:02:47
my father figured
it was a clerical error.
:02:49
When I dropped out
a year later
:02:51
he wasn't surprised.
:02:52
Quoyle!
:02:53
Quoyle!
:02:56
Job not stimulating
enough for you?
:02:58
No. I mean, yes.
:03:01
I mean...
:03:02
This is the best work
I've ever had.
:03:05
(machinery clanking)
:03:07
(bell rings)
:03:38
QUOYLE:
I stumbled into adulthood
:03:40
learning to separate
my feelings from my life...
:03:43
counting on nothing.
:03:45
(man and woman arguing)
:03:48
I got used to being invisible.
:03:51
Until... someone noticed me.
:03:56
(muffled yelling)
:03:57
(wipers sound like heartbeat)
:03:59
I'm sick of this shit!