Edward Furlong: Nick Kelson

American Heart

Nick Kelson

Jack Kelson: What ya got there Nick?
Nick Kelson: Nothin'.
[Finds a pair of women's pumps in Nick's suitcase]
Nick Kelson: Gimme those, they're mine.
Jack Kelson: What the hell? You a fruiter?
Nick Kelson: No, they're not mine, they're for somebody else.
Jack Kelson: Where'd you get the money for these? You steal em?
Nick Kelson: No, I didn't...
Jack Kelson: Yeah, you did too, for her right? Huh?
[Jack lifts the women's pumps and Marijuana drops out of them]
Jack Kelson: You can put me back in the joint for this.
Nick Kelson: I'll get rid of them.
Jack Kelson: No, *I'll* rid of them.
[Jack throws the women's pumps]
Jack Kelson: [Jack goes over and drops his cigarette in the toilet and puts the Marijuana in his pocket] What are ya messing' with that Weed for?
[Nick doesn't look at Jack]
Jack Kelson: Look at me when I'm talkin' to you!
Nick Kelson: Marijuana has medicinal purposes.
Jack Kelson: Well, how do you know?
[Jack smacks Nick across the head]
Nick Kelson: I read it in a book.
Jack Kelson: That's the biggest bunch of bullshit I ever heard. What else are ya doin'? Let me see your arms.
Nick Kelson: Get off my back I stole them cause I'm saving my money for Alaska.
Jack Kelson: Oh, I see. That's real smart. You land in Juvie., I'll go north myself back to Plan A.
[Nick pulls some money out of his boot]
Jack Kelson: Where'd you get this?
Nick Kelson: I didn't steal it. I earned it. For our tickets.

Jack Kelson: Evicted... huh... well... that's it... flat broke... 3 days we'll be hugging the pavement... eh it's all fucked.
Nick Kelson: We can't give up Jack, We'll get there.
Jack Kelson: Yeah, after 8,000 more fuckin' windows.
Nick Kelson: What are ya talkin' about?
Jack Kelson: My job, boy. Washin' windows
Nick Kelson: Washing windows? You said you had a job in construction, you're a building supervisor.
Jack Kelson: So I lied! Ain't the first time.
Nick Kelson: All you've been doing to me is lying to me since the day you left me there back at the bus station.
Jack Kelson: Put your mouth in park, leave and get in your room.
Nick Kelson: [Yelling] I don't have a room!
Jack Kelson: [Screaming] Well, then get out!
[Yelling]
Jack Kelson: Your cramping my style.
[Nick runs towards his suit case and frantically starts to put tings in it]
Jack Kelson: Where you goin'? I'm talkin' to you!
Nick Kelson: You're a fuck up and you're gonna fuck me up too!
[Jack punches at Nick but misses]
Nick Kelson: [Nick lunges at Jack]
[Nick tries to save the picture of his mother, but Jack throws the picture and it breaks]
Jack Kelson: Don't bother with that! It only looks like your mother. See what she was... a whore. A $5.00 street whore.
[Nick takes Jack's ukelele and smashes it against the bed]
Jack Kelson: [Nick then leaves and Jack starts crying]

Jack Kelson: [Jack is coughing because of the smoke from the hot dogs on the grill] Oh!
Charlotte: Am I the only one in here who can't breathe?
Jack Kelson: Alright Nick, we're getting fixicated in here. Open that window.
Nick Kelson: Oh.
Jack Kelson: Here.
[Jack hands one of them a hot dog on a bun]
Nick Kelson: Is there any Ketchup?
Charlotte: Oh. Uh- ooh.
[Charlotte gets out of the car to get the Ketchup]
Jack Kelson: [to Nick] You were staring at her like a Goddamn yard bull. That's one fine lady, what do you got to say for yourself?
Nick Kelson: She going to Alaska with you?
Jack Kelson: Nobody's going with me. Start acting like a stand up kid. Don't aggravate me.
Charlotte: [Charlotte gets back into the car] Whoa.
Jack Kelson: Here.
[Jack hand the Ketchup to Nick]
Jack Kelson: .
Nick Kelson: [Mumbles] Thanks lady.
[Jack smacks Nick in the back of the head]
Nick Kelson: Charlotte.
Charlotte: That's me. Lady Charlotte.
Jack Kelson: Well.
[Jack takes a bite of the hot dog]
Jack Kelson: Best damn hot dog I ever had. Excuse me for eating with food in my mouth.
Charlotte: Pulley Fuss. It's a funny name.
Jack Kelson: It's French. Pouilly-Fuissé.
Charlotte: How much this cost?
Nick Kelson: $30.
Nick Kelson: 30 bucks?
Jack Kelson: [to Charlotte] Here's to you.
Charlotte: Here's to me.
Jack Kelson: You like your dogs? Hey. I'm talkin' to you.
Nick Kelson: Yeah. cool. I like it.

Jack Kelson: I- I can explain this, Normandy. What, do you think I am, a pervert?
Normandy: Dating 16-year old's is one thing, but she's 12 and a day!
Molly: I'm 15!
Normandy: 15 will get him 20! Stay put.
Jack Kelson: Normandy, I- I wasn't in the rack with her and I never even seen her before.
Normandy: What'd you do? Black out, Jack?
Jack Kelson: It-it, see, it's my kid.
Normandy: I thought you had a son? Turn around, Jack.
Jack Kelson: Normandy, please.
Normandy: Get em' up.
Jack Kelson: Shit. Man, don't bust me.
Normandy: What do you expect, man? You missed your appointment yesterday.
[Nick enters the room]
Normandy: You don't show up at work today, And I come to your place and you drunk. With a minor in the middle of the day.
Nick Kelson: Dad? This is Molly.
Jack Kelson: Nick, this is my parole officer.
Normandy: Somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?
Nick Kelson: She lives downstairs and needed a place to sleep last night.
Molly: I'm ballin'. Creama, c'mon.
Normandy: Hey!
[to Jack]
Normandy: I thought your son was staying at your sisters.
Jack Kelson: We're working on a relationship kinda thing, i figured, why prognosticate?
Nick Kelson: Procrastinate.
Normandy: So why'd you miss the appointment?
[Jack sits there with his mouth hanging open]
Nick Kelson: He was helping me register for school.
Jack Kelson: I- that's right, this kid's gotta get an education.

Normandy: What high school you put him in?
Nick Kelson: Garfield.
Jack Kelson: That's right.
Nick Kelson: You're not gonna arrest him sir? Are ya? We're jst starting out, he's a real good guy.
Normandy: I need to know you can handle this.
Jack Kelson: I can handle this.
Normandy: You sure you can handle this?
Jack Kelson: Yes, sir.
[Normandy takes the handcuffs off Jack and gives him a urine test cup]
Jack Kelson: [to Nick] Outta the way.
[Normandy puts on a latex glove and Jack gives Normandy the cup]
Normandy: Jack, you'd better mind how you go.
Jack Kelson: Yes, sir.
Normandy: See you in my office in a week.
Normandy: [to Nick] And you take care, lil' brother.
[Normandy leaves]
Nick Kelson: We got outta that jam, huh?
Jack Kelson: I wouldn't have been it in the first place if it wasn't for you.