October Sky (1999)

William Lee Scott: Roy Lee

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Quotes 

• Homer : Man, we should be trying to get into that science fair instead of sitting around here like a bunch of hillbillies.

  Roy Lee : Well, I got some real sad news for you Homer. We *are* a bunch of hillbillies.

• Roy Lee : I'll tell you what's unbelievable... captain of the football team being jealous of you.

• 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

• Roy Lee : I don't know why they'd drop a bomb on this place, be a heck of a waste of a bomb.

• Roy Lee : Let them have outer space. We got rock 'n' roll.

• [imitating, incorrectly, Quentin's favorite saying] 

  Roy Lee : Prodigenous!

• Roy Lee : Are you sure we need this nozzle thing?

  Quentin : Are you kidding? The nozzle is the most important part - it directs the flow of the hot gases!

  Roy Lee : Hey, cool it, Quentin! Man, talkin' 'bout your 'hot gases'...

• 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] 

• Roy Lee : That's a good idea. Four unidentifiable high school students lost their lives early this morning when their toy rocket exploded.

• Roy Lee : H-O-M-E-R.

• Homer : Why're the jocks the only ones who get to go to college?

  Roy Lee : They're also the only ones who get the girls.

• Roy Lee : That thing had better fly, or you can kiss your chances of losing your virginity goodbye.

• 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.

• Roy Lee : What's an auk?

  O'Dell : It's a bird that don't fly.

  Roy Lee : You mean like a parakeet?

• Homer : [gunshot in background]  Hey Quentin!

  [another gunshot] 

  Homer : That rocket had to have gone up at least 100 feet didn't it?

  Quentin : More like two hundred.

  [another gunshot] 

  Homer : Goddammit.

  Homer : [another gunshot]  Will you cut it out, Roy Lee?

  Roy Lee : Die you son of a bitch!

  [fires another round into the grill of his broken down car] 

• Roy Lee : [after a rocket launch]  Holy shit, it's headed for the mine.

  [beat, then runs]