Chad Lindberg: O'Dell

October Sky

O'Dell

O'Dell: God's honest truth, Homer. What are the chances... a bunch of kids from Coalwood... actually winning the national science fair?
Homer: A million to one, O'Dell.
O'Dell: That good? Well, why didn't you say so?

Quentin: They watched us get arrested. We're practically ex-convicts. They'll never dance with us.
O'Dell: Jesus, Quentin, you don't know anything about women.

Homer: [Reading the newspaper aloud] "The silvery cylinder burst forth in a fiery column of smoke and flame, racing the very wind as it soared into the sky, a messenger of these Rocket Boys of Big Creek.
[Chuckling]
Homer: These boys use their brains, not brawn, who play not football, but with Apollo's fire."
O'Dell: [Chuckles]
Dorothy Platt: [Walks up to Homer, elated] Hi Homer.
Homer: [Quietly] Hi Dorothy.
Dorothy Platt: Would you please sign my newspaper?
Homer: Sure.
Dorothy Platt: I just know you're going to be really famous someday.
Homer: [Stares at Dorothy, mesmerized]
Roy Lee: H - O - M - E - R

O'Dell: Besides, didn't your dad say no more rockets?
Homer: No, he said no more rockets on company property.
O'Dell: Do you realize how far we'd have to go to be off company property?
Homer: Yeah, we'd have to go to Snakeroot.
Quentin: Snakeroot? That's eight miles!
Homer: It's not *that* far. I mean we could walk if we had to...
O'Dell: Hey, walk! Heh! That's a great idea!
Homer: Come on let's go!
Roy Lee: Wait the hell up, will you Homer? Now I got about as much chance of winning that science fair as you do winning a football scholarship. I know I'm gonna be a miner. I've known my entire life. What the hell's so bad about mining coal anyway?
Homer: Nothing Roy Lee. It's great. That's why your stepdaddy is the biggest drunk in West Virginia! I mean, come on guys! You know the mine'll kill you!
[to Quentin]
Homer: You ever hear the story about how O'Dell's dad died?
Roy Lee: Homer... will you forget it, man?
O'Dell: Shut up, Homer.
Homer: Piece of slate caught him right in the neck... and it cut his head clear off.
O'Dell: [tackles Homer] You son of a bitch!

Homer, Roy Lee, O'Dell: [after lighting their first rocket] Ten, nine, eight...
Roy Lee: Should we get behind something?
[it blows up and they fly back]

O'Dell: [after hearing train whistle coming towards wrecked track] I-It's abandoned. Uh, look at the rust. Caretta number two shut down in '51.
[whistle blows again]
O'Dell: Shit, shit!

Homer: [jumps into Roy Lee's car to go to football tryouts] Let's go, Roy Lee! It's almost nine.
Roy Lee: You sure are in a hurry to get yourself killed, huh, kid?
O'Dell: There are easier ways to commit suicide, Homer.
Homer: Would you just step on it, Roy Lee?
Roy Lee: [frustrated with his car] I *am* stepping on it.