Rain Man (1988)

Gerald R. Molen: Dr. Bruner

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• Dr. Bruner : Well, Raymond? Aren't you more comfortable in your favorite K-Mart clothes?

  Charlie : Tell him, Ray.

  Raymond : K-Mart sucks.

  Dr. Bruner : Oh, I see.

  Charlie : Hey, Ray: you just made a joke.

  Raymond : Yeah, a joke. Ha ha ha... ha.

• [Raymond has jumped in the car with Susanna] 

  Charlie : Hey, who is this guy?

  Susanna : He just jumped in the car.

  Charlie : Yeah, well, he can jump out. Come on!

  Raymond : I'm an excellent driver.

  Charlie : That's good. Come on! Susanna, why'd you let him get in this car? It's not a toy.

  Susanna : He says he drives this car.

  Raymond : Dad lets me drive slow on the driveway every Saturday. Course the seats were originally brown leather. Now they're a pitiful red.

  Charlie : [surprised]  Hey, these seats were brown leather. You know this car?

  Raymond : I know this car.

  Charlie : How do you know this car?

  Raymond : It's a 1949 Buick Roadmaster, Straight 8, Fireball 8, only 8,985 production models. Dad lets me drive slow on the driveway but not on Monday, definitely not on Monday.

  Charlie : Who's your dad?

  Raymond : Sanford Babbitt. 10961 Beachcrest Street, Cincinnati Ohio.

  Charlie : That's my address. Hey, who's your mother?

  Raymond : Eleanor Babbitt. Died January 5, 1965 after short and sudden illness.

  Charlie : Who the hell are you?

  Raymond : Uh oh, fifteen minutes to Judge Wapner.

  [Raymond proceeds back to Walbrook, ignoring Charlie] 

  Charlie : Wait, I wanna ask you a question! Hey! Dr. Bruner, who is he?

  Dr. Bruner : Raymond is your brother.

• Dr. Bruner : Raymond's unable to make decisions.

  Charlie : You're wrong.

  Dr. Bruner : He can't decide for himself.

  Charlie : He's capable of a lot more than you know!

• Charlie : He's not crazy, he's not retarded but he's here.

  Dr. Bruner : He's an autistic savant. People like him used to be called idiot savants. There's certain deficiencies, certain abilities that impairs him.

  Charlie : So he's retarded.

  Dr. Bruner : Autistic. There's certain routines, rituals that he follows.

  Charlie : Rituals, I like that.

  Dr. Bruner : The way he eats, sleeps, walks, talks, uses the bathroom. It's all he has to protect himself. Any break from this routine leaves him terrified.

• Dr. Bruner : Raymond, wouldn't you feel more relaxed in your favorite K-Mart clothes?

  Charlie : Tell him, Ray.

  Raymond : K-Mart sucks.

  Dr. Bruner : Oh, I see.

• Charlie : Does Raymond know how much money he's inherited?

  Dr. Bruner : No, he doesn't understand the concept of money.

  Charlie : He doesn't understand the concept of money? He just inherited $3,000,000 and he doesn't understand the concept of money? Wow, good work, Dad. I'm getting fucking poetic here.

• Dr. Bruner : Tomorrow morning, you'll meet Dr. Marston, who's in charge of Raymond's psychiatric evaluation.

  Charlie : Yeah, I know.

  Dr. Bruner : I gave him boxes of files on Raymond, boxes.

  Charlie : Well, good luck.

  Dr. Bruner : Look, this isn't a close call, son, it's a formality. Your brother's a very disabled individual.

  Charlie : You trying to tell me that Marston's gonna rule against me? Is that why you called me up here?

  Dr. Bruner : No, I'm telling you it's always been a lost cause, Charlie.

  Charlie : Then what is this about? Why did you call me?

  Dr. Bruner : Let me tell you something: your father put me in charge of all the money, all right?

  Charlie : Yeah.

  Dr. Bruner : And it doesn't matter whether or not you win custody of Raymond.

  Charlie : Mm-hm.

  Dr. Bruner : I won't have to pay you a dime. It's at my discretion, not the court's.

  Charlie : What, so you can't lose?

  Dr. Bruner : I can lose; I can lose Raymond. I happen to care about your brother's life and the treatment he receives. I made a commitment to your father some 20 years ago, and I'm not willing to gamble with that.

  Charlie : [Dr. Bruner hands Charlie a check]  What is this?

  Dr. Bruner : It's a very big check.

  Charlie : $250,000.

  Dr. Bruner : And no strings attached. You just walk away., Charlie. You know, this isn't about you and me, it's not about winning or losing.

  Charlie : When I asked you a week ago, 'Why didn't anyone tell me I had a brother?', you didn't have an answer, I don't know. It's funny, I just realized I'm not pissed off anymore that my father cut me out of his will. You were his friend, you probably knew that he tried to contact me a few times over the years. I never called him back, I was a prick; and if he was my son, didn't return my calls, I'd have written him out, fuck him. But it's not about the money any more. It's about... you know, I... just don't understand why didn't he tell me I had a brother? Why didn't you tell me I had a brother? Why didn't anyone ever tell me I had a brother? I mean... because it'd have been nice to know him for more than just these past six days.

  [Charlie hands the check back to Dr. Bruner and walks away] 

• Charlie : [on phone with Raymond's place]  Dr. Bruner, it's Charlie Babbitt.

  Dr. Bruner : Where are you, son?

  Charlie : That's not important. What matters is who I'm with.

  Dr. Bruner : You have to bring him back, Mr. Babbitt. Do you understand me?

  Charlie : Certainly. No problem. That will be $1.5 million please. I'll take it in cash, check, or a transfer.

  Dr. Bruner : Why are you doing this?

  Charlie : I'm not greedy. I just want my half.