90210 (TV Series)

We're Not in Kansas Anymore (2008)

Rob Estes: Harry Wilson

Quotes 

• Tabitha Wilson : [to Dixon]  Did you kick his ass?

  Harry Wilson : Mom.

  Tabitha Wilson : What? That's not the first thing you thought of when you heard he was in a fight. Then maybe that's why he lost.

  Dixon Wilson : I didn't lose.

  Tabitha Wilson : Never worry about being fair. Just grab onto those jewels and twist them like a garbage bag.

  Harry Wilson : Mom!

• Harry Wilson : Your mother and I have given up a lot for this move, too.

  Annie Wilson : Really? Have you given up your boyfriend and the lead in the school play?

  Harry Wilson : As a matter of fact, I have. He's heartbroken about it and so am I.

  Annie Wilson : You're such a dork.

• Harry Wilson : [to Dixon]  Look, I'm gonna talk to your coach tomorrow. We'll get this all worked out.

  Debbie Wilson : And make sure he's not too rough on our baby.

  Annie Wilson : Yeah, 'cause he is such a delicate flower.

• Harry Wilson : I'm the first to admit that I wasn't the greatest guy back then.

  Debbie Wilson : I'm more concerned with the kind of guy you are now.

• Tracy Clark : [embarrassing guest]  Then, Harry... What were we? Like, seventeen?

  Harry Wilson : [just wishes she would leave]  I don't know. Uh, maybe we should call it...

  [gets up] 

  Tracy Clark : Then Harry decides that he would like to climb on the H of the Hollywood sign, because he thinks it looks like a ladder. Well, the whole thing comes crashing down and he's flying fifty feet. Oh, my God, did we laugh! I mean, he's lucky he wasn't killed!

  Harry Wilson : Well, that was a long time ago.

  [gets up] 

  Harry Wilson : Can I call you a cab?

  Tracy Clark : Oh, I have a better idea.

  [puts on coat, then, with a glint in her eyes:] 

  Tracy Clark : Why don't you drive me home?

  Debbie Wilson : [with fake grin]  Oh, or even better: *I* could drive you home, and we could swap stories about Harry's penis.

  Tracy Clark : [blanches]  I have enough of my own, thank you. I'll see myself out. Good night.

  Harry Wilson : [uncomfortably, as Tracy leaves:]  Mm. Uh-hmm. Uh...

  Debbie Wilson : [to Harry]  Now, okay, don't you ever give me grief about dating Morris Kornblum ever again, because *that* lady is

  [snickers] 

  Debbie Wilson : Crazytown.

  Harry Wilson : Right. In my defense, I - I was a teenager, she had a beach house.

  [Debbie scoffs] 

  Harry Wilson : Morris - Morris, he lived in a teepee.

  [points finger] 

  Harry Wilson : You were twenty-two.

  Debbie Wilson : Yeah, yeah. Let's go see Annie's dress for tomorrow night.