I Can Quote, Too
They do it frequently. The conversations when the “bro’s” congregate are studded with them. As easily identifiable as a motor begging to transition to another gear, the tenor of their voices transition. Although no visible quotation marks float around the uttered words, the boys’ statement “I was quoting” as explanation is seldom necessary.
Characters from classic novels inserted quotes into conversation. The quotes originated from operas, plays, novels and even Latin at times. The boys are in good company, with a slight difference.
Where they quoted Shakespeare, our boys quote “Ten Things I hate About You.”
“Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score!”
Monty Python dethrones Tennyson’s “Idylls of the King” in his “Search for the Holy Grail.”
“She turned me into a newt! I got better…” “‘Tis but a flesh wound.” “I’m not dead yet.” (This could go on and on and on. I’m pretty sure if you placed three of the boys together in a locked room, they would quote/recite the entire movie.)
The obsession with Dickens has been bumped aside for a feast of Tolkien. Please, they always return for more. The woes and trials of Dickens’ orphans, dwindle to piddling annoyances when compared with those of the hobbit, elf, dwarf and wizard. “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
While Caesar crossed his Rubicon, Dr. Who crossed time. “Come along Pond.”
News flash, boys, Mom can quote too. Mom can recite entire pages.
“I am Sam. Sam I am.”
“Now it is night. Night is not a time for play”
“Do you like my hat? I do not like it.”
“Thumb in the thumb hole
That is the song we sing
In mitten weather.”
Or perhaps, because I am the mother of seven sons, this is my particular favorite.
“The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him ‘wild thing.'”
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