Little Man Tate
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:02:00
For the first two weeks of my life,
I didn't have a name.

:02:04
- Dede couldn't make up her mind.
- Hi, kid.

:02:07
She finally decided on Fred.
:02:10
She said she'd never heard of
a little kid named Fred before.

:02:15
When I'm dancin' at Radio City once a
week, you can have fries when you want.

:02:20
But right now, you gotta eat this shit.
:02:22
- Yes, you do.
- No.

:02:24
- No?
- No.

:02:26
If you think I'm gonna say "choo-choo"
to get you to open up your mouth...

:02:31
...you got another think comin'.
- Koffer.

:02:35
What is with you today, huh?
No koffer. That's food for you to eat, OK?

:02:40
- Koffer, Mommy.
- No, Fred. That's a plate. No koffer.

:02:44
Koffer!
:02:47
Look. All right? No koffer, it's a plate.
:02:53
Jesus.
:02:57
Koffer.
:03:18
Definitely not like Matt Montini.
:03:22
He's the kid I admire most.
:03:27
Matt Montini is always
kickball team captain.

:03:31
Matt Montini always has
someone to eat lunch with.

:03:34
- What about Fred?
- Tate's a wuss.

:03:40
Oof!
:03:41
- What a dork!
- Tate's a loser!


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