Zvl᚝ miluje tanec, však miláèik?
D.H., pozri. Prejdi sa so mnou.
Tak ideme na to.
- Za sebou máme hostí.
- Hostí. Vidím.
Takže vy dvaja chodíte do školy, alebo èo?
Ja som na Kolumbii,
a èo sa týka Igbyho, ten vyèkáva...
...kedy ho opä zavolajú
do tej smiešnej malomestskej školy v DC.
- "Asi len snívam."
- Dokonèil protestný okruh.
Mama dokonca musela ma nejaké fotky
s hlavným duchovným a miništrantom...
...aby èo len vôbec o Igbym uvažovali.
- Keï sa to tak vezme, tak všetci nieèo strácame...
- Vždy keï som v rozpakoch, vnorím sa do Rilke.
Rilke? To ma muèí.
Každé vianoce, mi nejaký trtko
dá kópiu Mladého Poéta...
...s blahosklonnou poznámkou na záložke
o tom, ako môžem zmeni svoj život.
- Možno by si si to mal najprv preèíta, než to odsúdiš.
- Som ve¾mi trúfalý.
Takže potom jedna z tých kópií bola od teba.
Volám sa Oliver a toto je môj malý braèek Igby.

- Now, when did you get out of camp?
- Two months ago.
I've been working for D.H. all summer.
That's why I'm here every weekend.
My wife is the philanthropist of the family.
Especially fond of dance, aren't you dear?
D.H., look. Pull around.
Here we go.
- We have guests behind us.
- The guests. I see.
Are you two in school or something?
I'm at Columbia,
and as far as this year's challenge for Igby...
...we're still waiting to hear back
from this fun parochial school in DC.
- "Perchance to dream."
- He's done the Protestant circuit.
Mom must have some photos of the
head priest with an altar boy for them...
...to even be considering Igby.
- We're all at a bit of a loss as to--
- Whenever I'm at a loss, I dip into Rilke.
Rilke? That tortures me.
Every Christmas, some asshole
gives me this copy of Young Poet...