Simon Birch
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:24:02
Good night, honey.
Love you.

:24:05
Simon, isn't it
a little cool outside?

:24:07
Don't you think
you need a sweater?

:24:10
It's hard to find sweaters
my size.

:24:12
They have to make them special
and my dad says they're too expensive.

:24:19
Here.
:24:22
- How about that?
- Thank you, Miss Wenteworth.

:24:26
- Mm. Love you.
- Good night, Ben Goodrich!

:24:28
Bonsoir Monsieur Birch.
:24:32
Buenas noches,
Senor Wenteworth.

:24:36
You boys stay in the yard.
:24:38
I like him.
:24:40
I don't.
:24:43
Maybe God sent him
to be your father.

:24:45
God sent me a screwball
with an armadillo?

:24:48
God has a plan for everyone,
including Ben Goodrich.

:24:55
Well, he's not
my father.

:24:59
My real father
is out there somewhere.

:25:01
Mr. Hanson has your eyes.
:25:03
- The shop teacher?
- And he's a lefty, like you.

:25:06
That's 'cause he chopped off
his right thumb with the table saw.

:25:08
I didn't say
he was a natural lefty.

:25:12
Maybe he chopped off his thumb
on purpose to show your mother...

:25:14
how much he loved her,
like Van Gogh with his ear.

:25:17
I can't see my mom being attracted
to a metal shop teacher.

:25:21
Art or English maybe,
but not metal shop.

:25:24
I don't understand
why she doesn't just tell you.

:25:28
You're already a bastard.
You might as well be an enlightened one.

:25:31
- She said she'd tell me
when I'm old enough.
- When's that?

:25:35
I don't know.
Soon, I hope.

:25:44
Things were getting
serious between my mother...

:25:46
and the armadillo-wielding
Ben Goodrich,

:25:49
enough so that one Sunday
she brought him with us to church.


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