James Dean2001

Winton Dean:
So, it's you, huh?

James Dean:
I need to talk to you.

Winton Dean:
Ethel's waiting for me.

James Dean:
Well, then why don't you let her wait?

Winton Dean:
Now, hold on, young man. Don't take that attitude with me.

James Dean:
No, I need to talk to you right now!

Winton Dean:
But I don't have to...

James Dean:
No, look! Everybody thinks I'm great except you!

Winton Dean:
Well, fine, listen to them...

James Dean:
Don't you read the paper?! I'm in the papers! Everybody wants to meet me except you! Why?! Why is that?!

Winton Dean:
The stupidest mistake you've ever made...

James Dean:
No shut up and listen to me! Why don't you talk to me?! You're my father! Please! [grabs his father by the shirt]

Winton Dean:
I deserve some damn respect...

James Dean:
Dad, I was nine years old! Nine years old! Now open your mouth and talk to me!

Winton Dean:
Just calm down.

James Dean:
[grabbing his father] You talk to me! Dad, please! [tearfully] Please... Talk to me, please!