Skeet - The day Skeet finally snapped

I was hoping for a reference to Hugh's duck carving hobby, with maybe a subtle nod to Catcher in the Rye or The Sopranos thrown in for good measure, but as it stands, this is still one of the greatest short-form monologues in the English language. Skeetspeare over here spittin' facts.

The thing is, Jimmy's a boy genius, but he's still just a boy-- a kid. It's easy to notice his precocious intellect, but he also clearly doesn't have the social skills to match. He calls salt sodium chloride because it's a scientific term and that's what he knows. His whole world is structured to think in those terms alone because he's a bit of a hermit, and so he doesn't quite grasp yet that there's a reason why we prefer 'salt' as a shorthand term outside of lab environments. This often happens for "wonder children," they can't relate to their peers and behave 'normally' because they're practically living in completely different worlds.

It's not because Jimmy thinks he's better than everybody else since he's so smart. It's because he's frustrated that he's thinking on completely different levels than everybody else in his environment, and that's why he can't relate-- and if you can't relate to anyone, it's pretty dang hard to establish meaningful relationships. If Skeet here were really interested in giving Jimmy meaningful advice to adjust his life off this loveless path instead of spitefully drilling him into the ground at his tender age, he'd help him understand how a non-'boy genius' thinks and experiences everyday life so that he might be able to cross that social barrier.