Triva Answer

The Glass family children as follows:

SEYMOUR, BUDDY, BOO-BOO, WALT, WAKER, ZOOEY (ZOO-EE) and FRANNY ---- YEA

Triva Answer

Long time no see

Long time... been outa the picture... get him out

I'm a waste... of space.... of time... of breath... It's 3am - don't know what i'm watching... snakes on a plane en espanol - thats what the information button says but it lies... it's that zak braff movie in spanish... not garden state - the other shitty romantic comedy he's in... now i'm watchin mean Streets - Deniro as a cro-magnum homunculous all-balls no-brain wop motherfucker... Harcey Keitel's got it down - what a slick bastard - i'd pay to be him for a day - he's playing with a giant cat in a cage.... like a mountain lion - what a dangerous motherfucker........ that was the fakest "i'm getting up drunk and knocking these glasses over and breaking them not on purpose i've ever seen" ------ What about the time Charlie went on that retreat - with a couple of priests-charlie pulls over side of the road round 3 am to take a piss.... drunk fuck driving a mack truck comes along.... broadsides the pulle dover chevy coupe... bam their dead... not charlie though... just the priests.... positively no gambling motherfucker that's what i'm telling you.. it's 3:05 and i can't sleep... be like 'me' be like mike... i wanna be like mikey - he likes it so much - some daygo wop guinea mofo in a cheap suit playin pinball.... making love to the jukebox cause sinatra did it his way and all sorts of crazy fuckers drunk in the bar at night.... guys boozin' away their troubles... some fuck knocks bumps in to harvey and bob's table "Hey,, Ehy,... Hey.. woah.. boom badda-cheech-fuck out fore i's knock ya what know what i'm saying... bada-bing-boom-badda-cheech - use ya head ya fuck... don' fight ya
fuck... yer friends... fuck is wrong wit you don't fight... fuckin moron... jesus.. we're gonna have to pay for those chairs! Sorry... sorry... yea everybody's fuckin sorrry for livin... scared of living and tired of dyin' i swears to ya'll motherfucker... don't fight.. just dont fucking yell - every day that same old fuckin thing.... get up.. get the fuck up... kill the lights... get everybody outa here! Don't fuckin run, you want the fuzz to be up in our shit... god damn don't fuckin run... slow... don't jump out of the moving vehicle... good hey mister; goin my way? early morning hustlers lookin for a fix shuffle down the streets of brooklyn past the park - night's just ending past the little leaguers... playin their hearts out... life depends on this at bat... two out bottom 6, 2-2 count bases full... down by 2... kid cracks a hit in to the left-center field gap... short fat kid scores from third, tall lanky kid scores from second... batter rounds first... runner from first comin' home... here's the play at
the plate! the throw is... late... he's safe and they win the game! On this little bastard's two out hit - get me outa this fuckin shell - get me out - get your clothes on and get outa here - you're no longer wanted... end a' the night - get your hands off a me... get down... get out - gone - down the hall - there ges harvey.. there goes bob -down the hall - outa the picture........... gone.......... Johnny's fuckin nuts