"As writers, we learn most of what we know just by watching the pros, don't we?" ~John R. Trimble
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Dialogue
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"And I said, 'I'm going to London.' And she said, 'How long are you going for?' And I said, 'Until I go to univeristy.' And she said, 'Can't you take Toby with you?' And I said, London's a long way away and I don't want to take him on the train because I might lose him.' And Mrs. Alexand said, 'Right.' And then she said, 'Are you and your father moving house?' And I said, 'No.' And she said, 'So, why are you going to London?' And I said, 'I'm going to live with Mother.'"
“Daniel said you have to hold them over the fire. And since we don’t have one . . “ Brandon looked around. “Where’s Troy?” Scotty rubbed his eyes. “He said he had to go to the john.” “How long has he been gone?” “Come to think of it, he’s been gone a pretty long time.” Brandon cupped his hands. “Troy!” There was no answer. “Come on.” Brandon helped Scotty to his feet. -Danger on Midnight River p. 45
Motor Mouth skids up next to me with his hydraulic 900-horsepower jaw and stammers, “So-what’s-your-weakness? What-is-it? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?” “Don’t got one, gas-breath.” “Everybody’s-got-a-weakness!” The little turd smiles, flashing his spark plug grin, “That-exchange-student-Das Goth’s-skin-burns-in-bright-light. The Eagle-molts-on-the-winter-solstice. The Bee’s-got-terrbile-hay-fever…” “And all those guys suffered near –fatal attacks as soon as their secrets got out,” I snarl. “I’ll-find-out-anyway-Un-Beat-a-Billy,” he continues at 95 miles an hour. “Why-don’t-we-just-save-some-time-tell-me-yours-and-I’ll-tell-ya-mine.” “I already know your weakness,” I reply as I turn down the hall. “You’re a jerk.” “HOW-COME-YA-NEVER-FIGHT-BACK-BILLY!?” he calls loud enough for everyone to stop and look at me. “YA-GOT-SOME-IN-CREDIBLE-POWER-TO-BROWN-NOSE-WE-DON’T-KNOW-ABOUT?” I stop and glare back at Motor Mouth before chirping, “I promised your momma I wouldn’t bust you up and sell you for scrap this semester.”
"Kids I have some bad news" "What is it mom" "Well Macy went to the attic" " But thats ok because it in our hpuse rigght" "how do i explain this to you Macy went up to the big man" "Mom what are you tring to say" "ok" "I'll tell you really slowly" "Like really slowly" "Macy went up to Heaven" "Its ok"
‘You don’t,’ she challenged. ‘Tell me what it is.’
‘The wonder is I didn’t see at once. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it—that’s the reason. The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it? There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven’t to mind those. But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child’s mound—’
Henry was right. My mother was really surprised. Her mouth opened when I said, "Just look at what I won at Jimmy Fargo's birthday party." I held up my tiny green turtle. "I've already named him...Dribble! Isn't that a great name for a turtle?"
My mother made a face. "I don't like the way he smells," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I put my nose right down close to him. I didn't smell anything but turtle. So Dribble smells like a turtle, I thought. Well, he's supposed to. That's what he is!
"And I'm not going to take care of him either," my mother added.
"Of course you're not," I told her. "He's my turtle. And I'm the one who's going to take care of him."
"You're going to change his water and clean out his bowl and feed him and all of that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "And even more. I'm going to see to it that he's happy!"
This time my mother made a funny noise. Like a groan.
-Judy Bloom, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (pp.2-3)
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"And I said, 'I'm going to London.'
And she said, 'How long are you going for?'
And I said, 'Until I go to univeristy.'
And she said, 'Can't you take Toby with you?'
And I said, London's a long way away and I don't want to take him on the train because I might lose him.'
And Mrs. Alexand said, 'Right.' And then she said, 'Are you and your father moving house?'
And I said, 'No.'
And she said, 'So, why are you going to London?'
And I said, 'I'm going to live with Mother.'"
Mark Haddon, pg. 133
“Daniel said you have to hold them over the fire. And since we don’t have one . . “ Brandon looked around. “Where’s Troy?”
Scotty rubbed his eyes. “He said he had to go to the john.”
“How long has he been gone?”
“Come to think of it, he’s been gone a pretty long time.”
Brandon cupped his hands. “Troy!”
There was no answer.
“Come on.” Brandon helped Scotty to his feet.
-Danger on Midnight River p. 45
Motor Mouth skids up next to me with his hydraulic 900-horsepower jaw and stammers, “So-what’s-your-weakness? What-is-it? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
“Don’t got one, gas-breath.”
“Everybody’s-got-a-weakness!” The little turd smiles, flashing his spark plug grin, “That-exchange-student-Das Goth’s-skin-burns-in-bright-light. The Eagle-molts-on-the-winter-solstice. The Bee’s-got-terrbile-hay-fever…”
“And all those guys suffered near –fatal attacks as soon as their secrets got out,” I snarl.
“I’ll-find-out-anyway-Un-Beat-a-Billy,” he continues at 95 miles an hour. “Why-don’t-we-just-save-some-time-tell-me-yours-and-I’ll-tell-ya-mine.”
“I already know your weakness,” I reply as I turn down the hall. “You’re a jerk.”
“HOW-COME-YA-NEVER-FIGHT-BACK-BILLY!?” he calls loud enough for everyone to stop and look at me. “YA-GOT-SOME-IN-CREDIBLE-POWER-TO-BROWN-NOSE-WE-DON’T-KNOW-ABOUT?”
I stop and glare back at Motor Mouth before chirping, “I promised your momma I wouldn’t bust you up and sell you for scrap this semester.”
The Unbeatable
"Kids I have some bad news"
"What is it mom"
"Well Macy went to the attic"
" But thats ok because it in our hpuse rigght"
"how do i explain this to you Macy went up to the big man"
"Mom what are you tring to say"
"ok"
"I'll tell you really slowly"
"Like really slowly"
"Macy went up to Heaven"
"Its ok"
"What is it—what?’ she said.
‘Just that I see.’
‘You don’t,’ she challenged. ‘Tell me what it is.’
‘The wonder is I didn’t see at once.
I never noticed it from here before.
I must be wonted to it—that’s the reason.
The little graveyard where my people are!
So small the window frames the whole of it.
Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it?
There are three stones of slate and one of marble,
Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight
On the sidehill. We haven’t to mind those.
But I understand: it is not the stones,
But the child’s mound—’
‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t,’ she cried."
from "Home Burial"
Robert Frost
Henry was right. My mother was really surprised. Her mouth opened when I said, "Just look at what I won at Jimmy Fargo's birthday party." I held up my tiny green turtle. "I've already named him...Dribble! Isn't that a great name for a turtle?"
My mother made a face. "I don't like the way he smells," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I put my nose right down close to him. I didn't smell anything but turtle. So Dribble smells like a turtle, I thought. Well, he's supposed to. That's what he is!
"And I'm not going to take care of him either," my mother added.
"Of course you're not," I told her. "He's my turtle. And I'm the one who's going to take care of him."
"You're going to change his water and clean out his bowl and feed him and all of that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "And even more. I'm going to see to it that he's happy!"
This time my mother made a funny noise. Like a groan.
-Judy Bloom, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (pp.2-3)
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