Dick Halloran

Dick Gregory | Uncle Tom Was A Shapeshifter

HALLORAN :

You Like Lamb, Doc?

Danny shakes his head.

HALLORAN :

 You don't? What's your 

favourite food, then?

Danny, Champion 

of The World:

 French fries and ketchup.

[ Ah! A Wise Child! ]

HALLORAN :

(chuckles)

I think we can manage that too, Doc.

 Come along. Watch your step.

WENDY, Darling :

How'd you know we call him 'Doc'?

HALLORAN :

Beg your pardon?

WENDY, Darling :

You called Danny "Doc" twice.

HALLORAN :

I did?

WENDY, Darling :

 We call him 'Doc' sometimes, like 

in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.

 But how did you know?

HALLORAN :

 I guess I must have heard 

you call him that.

WENDY, Darling :

 It's possible. But I don't remember

calling him that since 

we've been with you.

HALLORAN :

 Anyway, he looks like a Doc, don't he?

Nyah! What's up, Doc?

[ That ain't no kind of Answer, Dick, and You know it..!! ]

 Now, this is The Storeroom.....

The Shining

It’s a Fortress of Solitude.

HALLORAN :

 It won't take you long to get the hang of it.

WENDY, Darling :

 This is The Kitchen, huh?

HALLORAN :

 This is it.

 How do you like it, Danny? 

Is it big enough for you?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 It's the biggest place I ever seen.

[ Didn't answer The Question. ]

WENDY, Darling :

 This whole place is such 

an enormous maze --

 I feel as though I'll have to leave 

a trail of breadcrumbs 

every time I come in.

HALLORAN :

 Don't let it get you down.

 lt's BIG, but it ain't nothing 

but A Kitchen.

 A lot of this stuff you'll 

never have to touch.

WENDY, Darling :
I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did.

HALLORAN :

 One thing for sure, you don't have to worry about Food.

 You could eat here for a year and never 

have the same menu twice.

 Right here is our walk-in freezer.

 This is where we keep

all of Our Meat.

 You got rib roasts

ten-pound bags of hamburger.

 We got turkeys, 

we got chickens

sirloin steaks, 

two dozen pork roast

and legs of Lamb. 

You Like Lamb, Doc?

Dan shakes his head.

HALLORAN :

 You don't? What's your 

favourite food, then?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 French fries and ketchup.

[ Ah! A Wise Child! ]

HALLORAN :

I think we can manage that too, Doc.

 Come along. Watch your step.

WENDY, Darling :

How'd you know we call him 'Doc'?

HALLORAN :

Beg your pardon?

WENDY, Darling :

You called Danny "Doc" twice.

HALLORAN :

I did?

WENDY, Darling :

 We call him 'Doc' sometimes, like 

in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.

 But how did you know?

HALLORAN :

 I guess I must have heard 

you call him that.

WENDY, Darling :

 It's possible. But I don't remember

calling him that since 

we've been with you.

HALLORAN :

 Anyway, he looks like a Doc, don't he?

Nyah! What's up, Doc?

[ That ain't no kind of Answer, Dick, and You know it..!! ]

 Now, this is The Storeroom.....

 In here is where we keep all the dried goods and the canned goods.

 We got canned fruits and vegetables. . .

 . . .canned fish and meats, hot and cold cereals.

 Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs. . .

 . . .Rice Krispies, oatmeal, Wheatena and Cream of Wheat.

 You got a dozen jugs of black molasses.

 We got boxes of dried milk. . .

 How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?

 . . .Sociables, finger rolls. . .

 . . .and kinds of what have you.

 We've got dried peaches, dried apricots. . .

 . . .dried raisins and dried prunes.

 You know, you got to keep regular if you want to be happy.

 -How're you getting on? -Fine.

 Can we borrow Mrs. Torrance? We're on our way to the basement.

 l promise we won't keep her very long.

HALLORAN

 No problem. I was just getting to the ice cream.

 You like ice cream, Doc?

 I thought so.

 You mind if I give Danny some ice cream?

 -Not at all. -We don't mind.

 -Good. -Sound good to you, Doc?

 Okay, you behave yourself.

HALLORAN

 What kind of ice cream do you like?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 Chocolate.

HALLORAN

 Chocolate it shall be. 

Come on, Son.

 lt's amazing, all this activity today.

 The guests and some staff left yesterday, but the. . .

 . . .last day's always hectic.

 Everybody wants to be on their way as early as possible.

 By tonight, you'll never know anybody was ever here.

 Just like a ghost ship, huh?

 Do you know how I knew 

your name was Doc?

 You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

 I can remember when I was a little boy

my grandmother and I could hold conversations. . .

entirely without ever opening our mouths.

 She called it "Shining. "

 And for a long time I thought it was just 

the two of us that had "The Shine" to us.

 Like you probably thought 

you was the only one.

 But there are other folks. . .

though mostly 

they don't know it, 

or don't believe it.

 How long have you been able to do it?

 Why don't you want to talk about it?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 I'm not supposed to.

 Who says you ain't supposed to?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 Tony.

 Who's Tony?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 Tony's the little boy 

that lives in my mouth.

 Is Tony the one that tells you things?

 How does he tell you things?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 It's like I go to sleep 

and he shows me things.

 But when I wake up, 

I can't remember everything.

 Does your mom and dad know about Tony?

 Do they know he tells you things?

 Tony told me never to tell them.

 Has Tony ever told you anything about this place?

 About the Overlook Hotel?

 I don't know.

 Now think real hard, Doc.

 Think.

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 Is there something bad here?

 You know, Doc, when something happens. . . 

it can leave a trace of itself behind.

 Say, like. . . if someone burns toast.

 Maybe things that happen leave other kind of traces behind.

 Not things that anyone can notice.

 But things that people who shine can see.

 Just like they can see things that haven't happened yet. . .

sometimes they can see things that happened a long time ago.

 I think a lot of things happened right here 

in this particular hotel over the years.

 And not all of them was Good.

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 What about Room 237?

 Room 237?

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 You're scared of Room 237 ain't you?

 No, I ain't.

DANNY, Champion of The World :

 Mr. Hallorann, 

What is in Room 237?

 Nothing.

 There ain't nothing in Room 237.

 But you ain't got no business going in there anyway.

 So stay out.

 You understand? Stay out!

 Good morning, hon.

 Your breakfast is ready.

 What time is it?

 lt's about  : .

 Jesus!

 I guess we've been staying up too late.

 I know it.

 I made them just the way you like them, sunny-side up.

 Nice.

 It's really pretty outside.

 How about taking me for a walk after you finish your breakfast?

 I suppose I ought to try to do some writing first.

 Any ideas yet?

 Lots of ideas.

 No good ones.

 Something will come.

 It's just a matter of settling into 

the habit of writing every day.

 That's all it is.

All right.

And you're going to lose.

 And l'm going to get you. 

You'd better run fast!

 Look out!

 I'm coming in close.

 Loser has to keep America clean.

 Keep America clean.

 Danny, you win.

 Let's take the rest of this walking.

 Give me your hand.

Isn't it beautiful?

 Dead end.

 We made it.

 Isn't it beautiful?

 It's so pretty.

 I didn't think it was this big. 

Did you?

 Hi, hon.

 How's it going?

 Fine.

 Get a lot written today?

 The weather forecast said it's going to snow tonight.

 What The Fuck do you want me to do about it?

 Come on, hon.

 Don't be so grouchy.

 I'm not. . . being grouchy.

 I just want to finish my work.

 Okay. I understand.

 I'll come back later with a couple of sandwiches.

 Maybe you'll let me read something then.

 Wendy. . .

let me explain something to you.

 When you come in and interrupt, you're breaking my concentration.

 You're distracting me

and it will then take time to get back to where I was.

 Understand?

 Fine.

 We're making a new rule:

 Whenever I'm in here

and you hear me typing,

or whatever the fuck you hear me doing in here

when I'm in here, that means 

I am working.

 That means 

Don't Come In.

 Do you think you can handle that?

 Fine.

 Why don't you start right now 

and get the fuck out of here?

Superman :

I’m just like EVERYBODY ELSE.

Except MY Eyes don’t just 

ABSORB radiation 

like yours do, 

they EMIT all kinds.”

The Perils of Emasculating Encouragement

"Women whose relationship with men has been seriously pathologized cannot distinguish between male authority and competence and male tyrannical power. 

They fail to differentiate because all they see is the oppressive male. And they may have had experiences that. . . Their experiences with men might have been rough enough so that differentiation never

occurred. 

Because it has to occur. 

And you have to have a lot of experience with men - and good men, too - before that will occur.

But it seems to me that we’re also increasingly dominated by a view of masculinity that’s mostly characteristic of women who have terrible personality disorders, and who are unable to have healthy relationships with men. 

But here’s the problem. 

This is something my wife has pointed out, too. She said, ‘Well men are going to have to stand up for themselves.’ 

But here’s the problem.

I know how to stand up to a man who’s unfairly trespassing against me. 

And the reason I know that is because the parameters for my resistance are quite well defined, which is: we talk, we argue, we push, and then it becomes physical. 

If we move beyond the boundaries of civil discourse, we know what the next step is.

That’s forbidden in discourse with women. And so I don’t think that men can control crazy women. 

I really don’t believe it. I think they have to throw their hands up in. . . In

what? It’s not even disbelief. It’s that the cultural. . . There’s no step forward that you can take under those circumstances, because if the man is offensive enough and crazy enough, the reaction becomes physical right away. Or at least the threat is there.

And when men are talking to each other in any serious manner, that underlying threat of physicality is always there, especially if it’s a real conversation. It keeps the thing civilized to some degree. 

If you’re talking to a man who wouldn’t fight with you under any l circumstances whatsoever, then you’re talking to someone [for] whom you have absolutely no respect.

But I can’t see any way. . . For example there’s a woman in Toronto who’s been organizing this movement, let’s say, against me and some other people who are going to do a free speech event. And she managed to organize quite effectively, and she’s quite offensive, you might say. She compared us to Nazis, for example, publicly, using the Swastika, which wasn’t something I was all that fond of.

But I’m defenseless against that kind of female insanity, because the techniques that I would use against a man who was employing those tactics are forbidden to me. So I don’t know. . . It seems to me that it isn’t men who have to stand up and say, ‘Enough of this.’ Even though that is what they should do, it seems to me that it’s sane women who have to stand up against their crazy sisters and say, ‘Look, enough of that. Enough man-hating. Enough pathology. Enough bringing disgrace on us as a gender.’

But the problem there - and then I’ll stop my little tirade - is that most of the women I know who are sane are busy doing sane things. They have their career. 

They have their family. They’re quite occupied, and they don’t seem to have the time, or maybe even the interest, to go after their crazy, harpy sisters. And so I don’t see any regulating force for that terrible femininity. And it seems to me to be invading the culture and undermining the masculine power of the culture in a way that’s, I think, fatal. I really do believe that."