Alex Goes Off The Wagon

Police Officer:Missing cabbie ranks below a cat in heat complaint

Tony:I went to check Alex's apartment.

Tony:I broke down the wrong door first.

Tony:Then I had to break down Alex's door too.

Louie De Palma:Tony, you broke down two doors? What are you, a battering ram?

Tony Banta:Hey, I was just trying to help!

Louie De Palma:Help? The only thing you're helping is the door manufacturer's profit margins.

Tony:I can't turn my head. You're all gonna have to line up single file so I can see you.

Others:Why?

Tony:Because I can't turn my head!

Tony:I can't move my head.

Elaine:Don't worry, we'll work around it.

Louie:Yeah, we'll just stand where you can see us.

Tony:Thanks, guys.

Elaine:No problem. We'll just rearrange ourselves.

Louie:Alex is dead.

Tony:What?!

Marty:No!

Elaine:He can't be!

Louie:Well, he's not answering his phone.

Louie:Alex went to the harp farm.

Louie:Alex is gone? Thank God. Now I can finally get some work done around here without all his moral preaching and do-gooding slowing me down.

Louie:Yeah, well, I appreciate the sentiment, Elaine. You're a good egg.

Elaine:That's sweet, Louie. We're here for you.

Louie:You know, you've always been nice to me. Real nice. I notice things like that.

Elaine:Well, that's what friends do.

Louie:Friends. Yeah. You smell different when you're this close. Is that perfume or just... you?

Elaine:Um, Louie...

Louie:No, no, it's nice. Real nice. You know, we should spend more time together. Alone. In the dark. We could just... sit there.

Alex:It's not gambling, it's found money. I found it in my pocket.

Louie:You walked away from a hot streak? What are you, crazy? Nobody walks away from a hot streak! You stay there until the fever breaks or you run out of money, whichever comes first!

Louie:You got willpower? I got a guy who owes me two grand. You lend me fifty bucks, I'll knock him around, he'll pay up, you'll get your fifty back plus interest. Whaddya say?

Alex:No, Louie.

Louie:You're a tough guy. I respect that. But I also got twenty-seven dollars riding on the Knicks game tonight. You put in fifty, we split the winnings.

Alex:No.

Louie:My mother's sick. She needs an operation.

Alex:Your mother's not sick.

Louie:She's gonna be if you don't lend me fifty bucks.

Alex:I walked away from a guy once. I felt pretty good about myself.

Louie:Yeah? Well, I walked away from two guys once.

Alex:So?

Louie:So I was twice as proud.

Louie:Come on, Alex. Just one little bet. Remember the rush? The excitement? All that money changing hands? The bright lights, the ringing bells, the smell of a fresh deck of cards?

Alex:No, Louie.

Louie:Red or black? You've got a feeling. I can see it in your eyes. You're thinking about it right now. Snake eyes, boxcars, seven come eleven. Double or nothing. The house is hot tonight, Alex. Your lucky number's coming up.

Alex:I said no.

Louie:One hand. One little hand. Winner takes all. All or nothing. You're one roll away from a fortune, Alex. Can you hear those coins falling? That beautiful sound? Just one more time.

Louie:Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing listening to this guy? He's a bad influence on you!

Tony:I get taken advantage of. I break down doors, I chase people, I risk my life, and for what? Nothing!

Unknown character:I won big at the track today!

Unknown character:Yeah, I used to be a spy, you know. I can read people.

Dealer:Hey, fat lady!

Player:Big nose.

Louie:Alex, you're on a winning streak! You're the hottest cab driver in this city! I'm so proud of you, I could cry! In fact, I am crying!

Alex:I'm gonna bet everything I've got. Let the mutants think what they want!

Louie:I feel bad for Alex losing. You know what I'd do with the money? I'd take it and stuff it in a big pile, and then I'd dive into it like Scrooge McDuck. Then I'd take what's left and buy a bunch of parrots, teach 'em to say dirty words, and let 'em loose in church. Then with whatever's left after that, I'd hire a guy to follow me around all day and slap me every time I say something stupid.

Alex:Well, I've had a little streak of bad luck.

Elaine:What is that noise in the background?

Alex:Oh, that? That's just the guys playing pinball in the garage.

Jim:3-14-60... okay, let me think of a way to remember this. Frank Sinatra was 3 years old when he was born, 14 when he was a teenager, and 60 when he was 60.

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Alex:Jim, I need my money now. This is serious.

Jim:Alex, we're civilized people. Let's sit down and talk about this properly.

Alex:I don't want to sit down! I want my money!

Jim:Well, the least you can do is have some crackers while we discuss it.

Jim:You're not worried about finding the envelope?

Jim:I'm worried about accidentally eating it. I love those crackers.

Jim:Well, you missed it by one.

Alex:I know that, Jim.

Jim:Yeah, but you bet everything you had. So now you got nothing. That's what I call missing it by one.

Jim:Hey, you were close! You got an 11 on your next roll.

Alex:Jim, I just rolled a 12. There is no next roll.

Jim:You're broke.

Jim:You know, Alex, you've lost everything, but look on the bright side — at least you still have your manners. You're broke, but you're polite about it.

Jim:You end up like the others. You start out thinking you can beat the odds, but then the fever takes hold. Your eyes get this wild, desperate look. You sell everything—your car, your clothes, your dignity. You're down to your last nickel, standing outside a casino at three in the morning in the pouring rain, your shoes held together with tape, talking to yourself about the system you've discovered that's gonna make it all back. And nobody recognizes you anymore because you've become this hollow shell, this ghost of a man, muttering about hot streaks and lucky numbers and how close you came, always how close you came...

Jim:You know, I've really got my life together now. I mean, I used to be a mess—lost, confused, didn't know what I wanted. But those days are behind me.

Jim:Now I wake up every morning with a clear sense of purpose and direction.

Jim:I know exactly what I'm doing with my life... mostly. Well, I think I do. I mean, I'm pretty sure I locked my apartment door this morning. Or was that yesterday?

Jim:It's like a gambling den, but without the walls, without the ceiling, without the floor... just sand as far as the eye can see.

Jim:There's only one mushroom left. Who should take it?

Shaman:You must decide, my friend. It is a test of character.

Jim:Well, you're older. You should take it.

Shaman:No, no. You are younger. You have more years to enjoy the visions.

Jim:I insist. Take it. You're a shaman. You probably know what you're doing.

Shaman:And you are a taxi driver. You probably need it more.

Jim:You know, it's funny... no matter what culture you're from, everyone looks up at the stars and wonders about the universe.

Jim:Yeah, I felt a lot better about giving that shaman the mushroom.

Jim:Turns out he died.

Jim:Welcome to rock bottom. We have a gift shop.

Alex:You know, Jim, speaking of distractions, I was out last night looking at the stars. And I got to thinking - have you ever really looked at the stars? I mean really looked at them?

Jim:Alex, what are you—

Alex:No, wait, hear me out. The Milky Way alone contains an estimated 200 billion stars. 200 billion! Each one potentially with its own planetary system. And we're standing here on this tiny speck of dust, worried about our little problems.

Jim:I'm leaving. You tricked me.

Alex:Jim, wait. Look up at the stars. Isn't it beautiful? Makes you realize how small your problems really are.

Jim:Yeah, well, right now the only star I see is the one I'm gonna see when you hit me.