8 Simple Rules

(Cate finds a sullen Bridget in the attic) Cate: Hey, Bridg. I thought I heard something up here. What are you doing? Bridget: Reading The Diary of Anne Frank. Mom, I don't think I can do this. Cate: Well, honey, when you get to a word you don't know, just sound it out. Bridget: I mean, how could I have taken on the role of Anne Frank? She's just so incredibly wise and brave. I mean, I came up here to see what it was like to be her. I just can't do her justice. I can't. Cate: Of course you can. Bridget: I know you never see this side of me, but it's true. Sometimes I can be a little bit superficial. I'm just not Anne material. Think I should quit? Because it's not like I'd be letting anybody down. There are tons of girls that could do a way better job than I can. I should quit, right? Cate: Well...do you want to quit? Bridget: No. I don't wanna quit. But I don't wanna embarrass myself. I don't wanna embarrass you either. Cate: Oh, that's just crazy, honey. But do you want to quit? Bridget: I don't know what else to do. I'm out of my depth. Cate: Wow, you really did read the book. Well...I don't think you should quit. I think you can do it. I know you can do it. Bridget: It just doesn't seem right that I play Anne. We're nothing alike. I mean, we have a nice attic, and a nice house...I can go to sleep at night when it's dark, in a warm bed...I can leave whenever I want...I don't know, my life is easy. I just have not experienced that kind of hardship. Cate: Well, I can't imagine anyone playing the part has that kind of experience, but an actor finds things to draw on. You know, you have had your share of sadness. Start there.

Cate: (nervously, being introduced to Skeevy the dummy) Well, hi there, Skeevy. Anything you want to say to me? (Rory turns Skeevy's head to face him; Rory nods, then turns Skeevy's head to face Cate) Rory: (as Skeevy) Well, there once was this man from Nantucket... (as Rory/Skeevy tells the story, the teapot begins to whistle loudly, drowning out the rest of the story as Cate listens in shock)

(Bridget has scored the lead role of Anne Frank, and Kerry isn't happy) Cate: (to Kerry) Now look, we should all be supportive. We should be celebrating. Your sister got the lead in... (in disbelief) Anne Frank?

(Bridget takes one of the roses from the bouquet and places it in front of a photo of Paul) Bridget: (whispering) Good night.

Rory: Mom, I think we should all be grateful Bridget got into high school.

Cate: You're gonna be the prettiest Anne Frank ever! Bridget: Thank you, that's exactly what I was going for!

Cate: Honey I brought you a book. Bridget: A book? Cate: Mhmm, Yeah I thought it could help you with your part. It's the diary of Anne Frank, I thought you could use it as historical reasearch to find out things like- Bridget: She was real?! Cate: Like that she was real.

Grandpa: Just because your big sister got the lead in the whole damn play that doesn't diminish your painting scenery and whatnot. Kerry: I do more then paint scenery you know. I design the programs and the flyers. I pull the little cord...God, I hate drama club!

Kerry: How could you not know about Anne? She was smart, sensitive, and an artist! Bridget: Sensitive and an artist? Sounds like someone who paints scenery in drama club.

Bridget: Last year I had this arch thing going and I think it made me look slutty, you know in a bad way. So I realized it's so obvious. I need smarter eyebrows! So... (shows her eyebrows) honor society Bridget!

Bridget: I guess I could be an actress. I do lie to you all the time and you always buy it. Cate: What?! Bridget: See like right there you just bought that lie!

Lacey:(to Bridget) Break a leg. Bridget: Break a leg? Well go get hit by a car! (Bridget slams the door on Lacey)

Cate: I thought I heard something up here. What are you doing? Bridget: Reading the diary of Anne Frank. Mom, I don't think I can do this. Cate: Well honey, when you get to a word you don't understand sound it out.

Cate: Rehearsal's still going on? Kerry: Well, classics aren't destroyed overnight.

Kerry: Thanks Gramps, I never could get this paint off. Jim: Look at those hands. You're a craftsman like your Grandpa. Kerry: God I feel pretty.

Cate: Kerry is in the drama club, maybe Kerry can get you into the drama club. Kerry: No, wait a minute. Drama club is my turf. These people are my friends. This is where I paint scenery in a corner alone where people call me Terry. I hate drama club.

Rory What's the play? Bridget: Annie. Kerry: It's the story of Anne Frank, you idiot!

Rory: (as Skeevy) Don't listen to him. He has issues, major issues. Cate: Work it in your room. Now who's the dummy?

Jim: Aren't you a little old to be playing with a dummy? Skeevy: Aren't you a little old?