— Your boy's different, Mrs. Gump. Now, his IQ is 75.
— Well, we're all different, Mr. Hancock.
— His name's Forrest.
— Like me.
— I named him after his daddy.
— He got a daddy named Forrest, too?
— You're his daddy, Forrest.
Ginny shows her son to Forrest.
— Are you coming along?
— Mama said not to be taking rides from strangers.
— This is the bus to school.
— I'm Forrest. Forrest Gump.
— I'm Dorothy Harris.
— Well, now we ain't strangers anymore.
He must be the stupidest son of a bitch alive, but he sure is fast!
— Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out. And then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water. Like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies, one on top of the other. And then, in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It was so beautiful.
— I wish I could've been there with you.
— You were.
Mama named me after the great Civil War hero, General Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we was related to him in some way. And what he did was, he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan. They'd all dress up in their robes and their bed sheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something. They'd even put bed sheets on their horses and ride around. And anyway, that's how I got my name, Forrest Gump.
