lindseycathryn:

GIB: I’m flunking English.  I was wondering if maybe you could help me out.
ALISON: Nice swimsuit.
GIB: I flunk English, I’m outta here.  Kiss college goodbye.  I- I don’t know what I’ll do, I’ll probably go home.  Gee, Dad’ll be pissed off.  Mom’ll be heartbroken.  And if I play my cards right, I get maybe a six-months grace period, and then I gotta get a job.  And you know what that means… that’s right, they start me off at the drive-up window and I gradually work my way up from shakes to burgers, and then one day my lucky break comes - the french fry guy dies and they offer me the job!  But the day I’m supposed to start, some men come by in a black Lincoln Continental and tell me I can make a quick three hundred just for driving a van back from Mexico!  When I get out of jail, I’m thirty-six years old.  Living in a flop house.  No job, no home, no upward mobility.  Very few teeth.  And then one day they find me, face down, talking to the gutter, clutching a bottle of paint thinner.  And WHY?  BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T HELP ME IN ENGLISH, NO!  YOU WERE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME!  TOO BUSY TO HELP A DROWNING MAN!

The Sure Thing (1985)