Fledgling

Whoever you are, go away!

I have a... an extremely vicious dog in here.

That was fun. Thank you very much. Let's go.

Go to your place!

Craig, go to your spot. I see.

You've painted this whole apartment in bits and pieces. I recognize this chair... You painted this table.

I'll put the water on, and you go down and get the coffee, okay?

It means you're afraid of heights. No, no, that's acrophobia.

That's fear of England. Yeah, I have sort of just a whisper of that myself... the name Alistair Cooke gives me the shivers.

If you're afraid to leave your studio, what do you do when you go out? I just don't go out.

That man is damn near psychotic. Uh, no offense. None taken.

I'm not genophobic. That means you have no fear of touching? No, it means I have no fear of sex. As long as it's right here, right now, pronto, see?

Oh. I'm just kidding.

You got a real ark, huh?

Well, if it isn't Nurse Ratched. What are you doing here? Who's watching little cuckoo's nest?

I used to be hard of hearing, but now that you touched me, I can hear again.

She's doing it again, folks. I love my cage. I think of it as a window on the world.

Louie walking away on command as Elaine describes Alex following her

He walks to his mailbox now. Oh. Mm-hmm. On command?

Just my luck. Nothing to throw away.

Nardo, help me. I got a phobia about getting naked.

This is an expensive vintage wine that I got from one of my first fares in 1957.

This sure ain't it. I wouldn't break out a bottle of Yoo-hoo for this one.

We've all trusted skirts. We've all paid.

The man who gave me this bottle of wine was a man that women loved. His name was Errol Flynn.

Better than beautiful women. Cheap women.

So, what could I do? Me and the two babes rolled him.

Then they put the knife to my throat and sold me the bottle of wine for $184.

What chance does an anteater like you have?

Should we all rest or just him?

Take me to Yankee Stadium.

I used to pay hard-earned money to get to feel the way you feel.

You do that until your hand is like a raw cutlet.

Could I talk to the guy who's on drugs again?

Next time I'll give jump rope.

If they think they can do it better than me, then why aren't they up here doing it themselves?

But what if Lawrence Olivier and Marlon Brando and Vanessa Redgrave were sitting out there?

But what if Lawrence Olivier and Marlon Brando and Vanessa Redgrave were sitting out there?... what if it was an actors benefit and every great actor in the whole world was sitting out there, then what do you do?

I don't deserve to be in the theater.

Alex, I stink.

I feel kind of stupid.

Good night, Mr. Walters!