Holland: What happened to your eye? (Cole gestures to answer him, but he couldn't follow him. ) Sorry? (And he is going) Later. (Cole makes a noise to stop him, so he gets impatient) In a second. (Puts down his bag and starts to explain to Cole) Someone was, was killed. (Cole makes a face) No, no, Cole. That's not funny. ("He gestures the name John Lennon) John Lennon, the musician. (Sighs deeply) You wouldn't understand.
Iris: Are you Okay? It's so sad. (Door slams, Cole comes in)
Mr. Holland: Cole, what is it? (Cole gestures to answer him, but he couldn't understand him so he turns to Iris) He wants to what?
Iris: He wants to tell you something, he wants to be sure you understand.
Mr. Holland: Couldn't we do this another time?
Cole: Now! (Cole begins to gesture, Iris is interpreting) Why do you assume that John Lennon's death would mean nothing to me? Do you think I'm stupid? I know who John Lennon is.
Mr. Holland: I never said that he...(Turn to Iris).
Cole: (Turn his father's head to his face) I can't read your lips if you don't look at me.
Mr. Holland: (Turn to Cole )I never said that you were stupid.
Cole: You must think so, if you think I don't know who the Beatles are or any music at all. You think I don't care about what it is that you do or what you love? You're my father. I know what music is. You could help me to know it better, but, no. You care more about teaching other people than you do about me. (Cole shows him a gesture and leaves)
Mr. Holland: Iris, (clears his throat) what does this mean? (He imitates what Cole does to him just now)
Iris: That means "asshole".