Cider House Rules

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Goodnight, you princes of Maine. You kings of New England.

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
I know it's against the law. I ask you, what has the law ever done for this place?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
You don't find it depressing that Homer Wells is picking apples?

Homer:
I've looked at so many women. I've seen everything, and felt nothing. But when I look at you, it hurts.

Peaches:
What do they think, go up to the roof to sleep? They must think we're crazy. They think we're dumb n*ggers, so we need dome dumb rules, is what they think.

Rose Rose:
That's it? It don't mean nothin' at all. And all this time I been wonderin' about 'em.

Arthur Rose:
They outrageous, them rules. Who live in this cider house? Who grindin' up those apples, pressin' that cider, cleanin' up all this mess? Who just plain live here, just breathin' in that vinegar? Well, someone who don't live here made those rules. Those rules ain't for us. We are supposed to make our own rules. And we do. Every single day.

Homer Wells:
I'm not a doctor; I haven't been to medical school, I haven't even been to high school...

Homer Wells:
Uh, nobody's named this one yet.

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Oh, it's my turn. Henceforth, you shall be little Dorrit.

Homer Wells:
Oh, you don't like that, do you? He's a boy, that's why.

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Can't a boy be Dorrit?

Homer Wells:
I don't think so.

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
You do it.

Homer Wells:
Ok. Henceforth, you shall be Little Wilbur.

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
I'm not crazy about the "Little".

Homer Wells:
Ok, just Wilbur then.

Homer Wells:
They wanted a girl, Curly.

Curly:
Nobody ever wants me.

Homer Wells:
Oh, hey. Hey, come on. Come here. You know, you're one of the best Curly, and we wouldn't let just anyone take you.

Curly:
Dr. Larch wouldn't let just anyone take any of us.

Homer Wells:
Well that's true.

Curly:
Nobody's asked for me, have they?

Homer Wells:
Nobody special enough, Curly.

Curly:
You mean somebody has?

Homer Wells:
Only the right people can have you. Now what do you say we go unpack your suitcase?

Fuzzy:
Is your father dead?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Cirrhosis. It's a disease of the liver.

Fuzzy:
What, a liver killed him?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
No, alcohol killed him. He drank himself to death.

Fuzzy:
But did you know him?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Barely. But it hardly mattered that I knew him.

Fuzzy:
Did you know your mother better?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Mm-hmm. She's dead now too. She was a nanny.

Fuzzy:
What's a nanny do?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
She looks after other people's children.

Fuzzy:
Did she grow up around here?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
No. She was an immigrant.

Fuzzy:
What's an immigrant?

Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Someone not from Maine.

Homer Wells:
I was wondering if you could give me a ride.

Wally Worthington:
Sure. I'd be glad to. A ride where?

Homer Wells:
Where you going?

Wally Worthington:
We're heading back to Cape Kenneth.

Homer Wells:
Cape Kenneth? That sounds fine.

Homer Wells:
I've never actually seen a lobster.

Candy Kendall:
Are you serious?

Homer Wells:
I've never seen the ocean either.

Wally Worthington:
You've never seen the ocean? That's not funny, that's serious.

Candy Kendall:
He volunteered. Jesus. Nobody volunteers for the Burma run. He said so himself. He just leaves me here. What does he want? He wants me to wait for him? Oh, God he knows me. He knows I'm not good at being alone. This was right. I know this was right.

Homer Wells:
You're right. This was right.

Candy Kendall:
Yeah.

Candy Kendall:
I know what's going on Rose. Homer told me. You don't know this, but I got pregnant about a year ago. Do you want to have this baby? No? Who's the father? Does he know? If you don't want to have this baby, Homer and I will take you to a place. It's safe. He knows this doc...

Rose Rose:
I can't go nowhere.

Candy Kendall:
Why? Rose, listen to me. You can tell me. It's ok.

Arthur Rose:
Morning.

Candy Kendall:
Morning, Mr. Rose.

Arthur Rose:
I'm gonna be up top, ok?

Homer Wells:
You're having sex with your own daughter.

Arthur Rose:
Ain't nobody havin' sex with my daughter! Let me just tell you that!

Homer Wells:
You're lying. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? What do you care who hears? I mean, come on. They know already, don't they? They know Mr. Rose.

Arthur Rose:
And you know what your business is, boy! I know you don't wanna be in no kind of business with me! That's what I know.

Homer Wells:
Yeah? Go on. Cut my clothes. I've got other clothes.

Arthur Rose:
You gonna come here talkin' to me about lies and shame? Those people took you in, and that boy Wally is away at war!

Homer Wells:
Yeah, well she's your daughter!

Arthur Rose:
And I love her! Ain't never gonna do nothin' to harm her.

Homer Wells:
She's pregnant, you know that? She's pregnant.