Ted Whittall: Dick Johnson

Quotes 

• Dick Johnson : Okay, look, I'm sorry he did this to you, but I'm gonna pay your way back, okay?

  Katya : I see tree drop same rotten fruit.

  Dick Johnson : Excuse me?

  Katya : You like Peter. Not so tiny. But you cannot put out fire by peeing much money on big flame. You let small child who is like cross-eyed dog to run and "poo" over whole village.

  Dick Johnson : If you're finished with the potty metaphors, can you just give me the name I can put on the check?

• Katya : What Peter needing, you cannot pay. He have no parents.

  Dick Johnson : He has no mother.

  Katya : He have no parents. He have no mother. He have no father also. He needing love. He troubled. He tortured poet.

  Dick Johnson : Tortured, maybe. Poet? Don't think so.

  Katya : Da. Look at what your boy he write to me.

  [giving him the print-outs] 

  Katya : "I etched your name in the clouds, but it was lost when the thunder cried. I etched your name in the surf, but it was stolen by the rising tide."

  Katya , Dick Johnson : "I etched your name..."

  Dick Johnson : ...in my heart, and forever it will there reside.

  Katya : You have read this?

  Dick Johnson : I wrote it.

  Katya : What?

  Dick Johnson : To my wife, years ago. Peter, he must have found these and copied them. I had no idea she kept them all these years.

  Katya : Who would throw away such words? Her heart was captured by this.

  Dick Johnson : Yeah. I guess so.

  Katya : And mine, too.

• Sharon Tyler : [finding Jaye's trailer rocking, she knocks on the door]  Is Jaye in there?

  Katya : [naked, covering herself with a bedsheet]  No. Jaye no is here.

  Sharon Tyler : You must be Katya.

  Katya : Da. I am she.

  Sharon Tyler : Jaye asked me to look into helping you return to Russia. I think I've found a way.

  Dick Johnson : [naked, too, covering his junk]  Hi. She can't go back right now. In fact, I'm not sure she's ever gonna leave. But I'd appreciate it if you would.

• Dick Johnson : [learning Peter bought a mail-order bride from Russia]  What were you gonna do with her, Peter?

  Peter Johnson : Protect her! That's what you're supposed to do. You're supposed to protect your wife and keep her safe and make sure she doesn't die.

  Dick Johnson : Peter, she had cancer.

  Peter Johnson : You should've kept her safe. Safe from carcinogens, safe from power lines and microwaves. If you loved her more, you would have kept her safe. If he loved her like I love you.

  Jaye : Okay, that's my other problem.

  Dick Johnson : Peter, you're 12 years old. You don't love this woman.

  Peter Johnson : How would you know? You don't know how to love! That's what's wrong with you! He's a wuss; just like your boyfriend.

  Jaye : If you wanna slap him, I'll totally look the other way.

• Jaye : Excuse me, Mr. Johnson? I'd like you to meet your son.

  Peter Johnson : We've met, actually.

  Dick Johnson : What'd you do?

  Peter Johnson : My only sin is love.

  Dick Johnson : What'd he do?

  Jaye : He ordered a wife from Russia.

  Dick Johnson : You bought a woman?

  Peter Johnson : She's my fiancee. Was my fiancee.

  Dick Johnson : Well, where is she now, in some kind of shelter?

  Jaye : She's singing Russian folk ballads at the High and Dry Trailer Park. He was planning on locking her away in the woods where nobody would know about her... or hear her scream.

• Eric Gotts : I need to speak to you about your kid.

  Dick Johnson : What about my kid?

  Eric Gotts : [cut to Jaye's trailer park, where he shows up with a black eye]  Look what your boyfriend's father did to me.