Bruno

Boy: Misfit:

a person who has been estranged or excluded;

unlike one's own;

special, distinguished

or different from what is ordinary or usual.

Rebel:

to resist or defy an authority

or generally accepted convention.

Prodigy:

a person with exceptional talents or powers.

Different:

not identical; separate or distinct.

Father:

the begetter of a child; male parent;

one who functions in a paternal capacity

with regard to another.

God: the first person of the Trinity;

a priest or clergyman in the Roman Catholic,

or Anglican churches;

to acknowledge responsibility for.

Spell:

to write or name, in their correct sequence,

the letters that form a word or words;

words suppos ed to have magic power;

a state of being influenced by this.

Fas cination; attraction.

Sartorial:

of or relating to a tailor, tailoring or tailored clothing.

Sartorial pulchritude:

physical beauty and appeal,

as it relates to tailored clothing.

Eccentric:

de viating from recognized customary character

or practice.

Peculiar:

queer, weird.

Dress:

clothing; apparel;

a one piece outer garment for women.

outer covering or appearance; a style of clothing.

Word:

a sound or combination of sounds that symbolizes

and communicates; something that is said;

an utterance, remark or comment;

a command or direction.

Vision:

something that is or has been seen;

the mystical experience of seeing

as if with the eyes of the supernatural,

or a supernatural being;

a person or thing of extraordinary beauty.

Girl:

a female who has not yet attained womanhood;

an unmarried young woman; a daughter; a sweetheart.

Boy:

a male child or youth;

a grown man; fellow.

Holy:

belonging to, derived from,

or associated with a divine power;

sacred.

I used to have a dream I was being chased by an angel.

I never knew what she looked like

because I was too busy running.

She couldn't have looked like my mother

because my mother is very fat.

The angel is mad at me because I seized her dress.

She told me that if I kept it

I wouldn't be able to get into Heaven.

But I didn't care.

I kept on running.

You geek brainiac!

Hey, there's a fight over here!

- Take this, smart ass! - Jack-off putz.

- Shrimp! - You pansy!

Take this, weirdo twerp!

Fall out!

Nun: Ten-hut! Battaglia!

On your feet!

Chins up, shoulders back, and...

. Catholic school is where I am...

Children:. Catholic school is where I am...

Catholic school will make me a man.

Children: Catholic school will make me a man.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

We love St. Anthony the most.

Catholic school is where I am.

Catholic school will make me a man.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

We love St. Anthony the most...

Mother Superior: Mr. Battaglia...

you know if you were more normal,

we wouldn't have to go through this so often.

Why can't you act like all the other little boys?

Huh?

Then you wouldn't have so many enemies.

You might make some friends.

So here we are,

once again faced with the unsavory prospect

of having to call your mother.

I don't like calling your mother, Bruno.

To tell you the truth,

I don't really like your mother.

Why do the two of you always insist

on inspiring such heartfelt disdain?

Can I use the bathroom?

All right.

Consolata!

Yes?

Have you finished typing up the memos

for the other sisters regarding the spelling bee?

I'm almost done.

Type faster. And get Bruno a hall pass.

And when Mrs. Battaglia gets here,

I don't want her within 50 feet of my office!

This time I mean it!

Consolata: But I can't stop her from...

- Understand? - But...

That'll be all, sister!

Come on.

Shut the door on your way out, sister.

Oh, Poppy, Poppy.

You're the Pope.

You're the top banana...

La da da.

Da da da da da da...

Bruno: Sometimes when I closed my eyes,

I could pretend I was in Heaven.

I could pretend I was with two angels,

and they were my parents.

We held hands, we laughed and had fun.

But then the father angel let go.

Why did he go, Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

Woman: Bruno, where are you?

Come on, baby, let's go.

Mommy's got bingo tonight, come on.

Sister?

- What's wrong, Bruno? - I don't know.

- Where's your mother? - I don't know.

Did everything come out all right?

- No. - It didn't?

- No. - Well, what's the matter?

It's all plugged up and cloistered.

Consolata: Oh, my God, where? Show me.

Here and here.

My God, you've gotta see the nurse.

Don't move, I'll get the pass.

You can't go in there!

Angela, if you threaten me again,

I'm calling the police.

Then do something more about those kids picking on my son.

I'm sorry, but I've done everything I can.

If Bruno wants people to stop picking on him,

he's gonna have to take matters into his own hands!

How is he supposed to do that?

By not acting like such a little sissy!

How could you be so friggin' heartless?

I'm not heartless, I'm a Catholic nun!

You don't have a Catholic bone

- in your goddamned body. - Is that a threat?

You're friggin' right, it's a threat.

That's it. I'm calling the cops.

If I were you, I'd do more than call the cops.

I'd get on this big, black phone of yours,

and I'd call the Pope!

Ta-ta.

Angela: Let's go.

Girl: Bye.

Girl: Here she comes.

Boy: She's so fat.

Bruno: Sometimes I prayed for a good angel

to come and take me away.

But no matter how hard I prayed, it never happened.

Boy: Hey, Bruno, are you a pussy?

- Boys: Pussy, pussy... - Is that your mother?

She looks like a house.

Come on, Mom.

"Come on, Mom. "

- Please. - Ignore them.

Boys: "Please. Ignore them. "

Little minds, little bodies.

Boys: "Little minds, little bodies. "

- Let's go, Mom. - Look at her waddle.

Let's watch the car tilt.

Let's see if it can move with all that weight in it.

Let's watch the ties pop.

She's going backwards! The fat fuck can't even drive.

Holy shit, run!

Run! Get out of the way!

Boy: Shit, that fat lady is crazy.

Boy: Wait till tomorrow, Bruno!

So, how was school today?

Fine.

Let's go find some beauty.

Okay.

Woman: Coronation Pink.

It just came in today.

What do you say, Ange, you want to give it a shot?