[
Alan Swann pours himself a drink]
Benjy Stone:
Mr. Swann, I was supposed to watch you, remember?
Swann:
Good. Watch this.
[
Pours another drink]
Alan Swann:
Rookie, your Meatloaf Mindanao was superb!
Rookie Carroca:
Thanks. That takes two days to prepare, you know.
Alan Swann:
Really! Tell me, what was that rather pungent taste?
Rookie Carroca:
Parrot!
[
someone spits up and Aunt Sadie swoons; the parrot cage is empty]
Rookie Carroca:
And they're not easy to work with. They put up some squawk.
Alan Swann:
I can imagine!
Alan Swann:
Alfredo, telephone the Stork Club, we'll be two for dinner.
Alfi:
You sure you want the Stork Club, Mr. Swann?
Alan Swann:
It's been a year and a half. Surely they've repaired the wall of the bandstand by now.
[
an obviously drunken Swann meets the writing staff]
Sy:
He's plastered!
Alan Swann:
So are some of the finest erections in Europe.
[
Handing Benjy a glass]
Alan Swann:
Stone, you can watch me or you can join me. One of them is more fun.
Alan Swann:
Are you still in the fight game?
Rookie Carroca:
In a way. I married Benjy's mother.
Benjy Stone:
Bring Allan Swann to Brooklyn?
Belle:
Sure, what are you ashamed of?
Benjy Stone:
Everything!
Benjy Stone:
I think I'm going to be unwell.
Alan Swann:
Ladies are unwell, Stone. Gentlemen vomit.
[
Alan Swann has blundered into the wrong restroom]
Lil:
This is for ladies only!
Alan Swann:
[
unzipping fly] So is *this*, ma'am, but every now and then I have to run a little water through it.
Benjy Stone:
Catherine, Jews know two things: suffering, and where to find great Chinese food.
K.C.:
I mean, what do you want from me?
Benjy Stone:
Sex!
Alan Swann:
Damn you! I'm not an actor, I'm a movie star!
[
Benjy Stone and a very drunken Alan Swann are up on a roof as Swann attempts to shimmy down the side of the building]
Benjy Stone:
Let's *not* do this - it's too dangerous!
Alan Swann:
Nonsense! It worked perfectly well in "A Slight Case of Divorce"!
Benjy Stone:
That was a movie! This is real life!
Alan Swann:
What is the difference?
King Kaiser:
You look real nice today, Alice. Did you get those shoes I sent you?
Alice Miller:
Oh yeah.
King Kaiser:
Why did you send them back?
Alice Miller:
They were the wrong size. And they were used.
Belle:
Welcome to my humble chapeau!
Benjy Stone:
Two years at the Sorbonne and she still can't get it right.
Sy:
California? You can't write comedy in California! It's not depressing enough!
Swann:
I haven't performed in front of an audience for twenty-eight years! I played a butler. I HAD ONE LINE!
[
pause]
Swann:
I FORGOT IT!
K.C.:
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Benjy Stone:
Sanctuary my ass!
Swann:
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would wither and die.
Belle:
Allen, what can I offer you to drink?
Swann:
Some club soda, thank you.
Belle:
[
yelling into the kitchen] Rookie, a glass of seltzer!
Rookie Carroca:
[
yelling back] Pick it up!
Uncle Morty:
So, Mr. Swann, we've spent time, we've broken bread together. I feel I know you.
Swann:
Morty, I feel I know you even better.
Uncle Morty:
So you won't mind if I ask you a personal question.
Benjy Stone:
Uncle Morty!
Uncle Morty:
What's the matter, you think I was born in Minsk a Pinsk?
Swann:
Morty, ask your question.
Uncle Morty:
That paternity rap a few years ago - did you shtup her?
Belle:
So, Swanny... .
Benjy Stone:
Ma, he's an actor, not a river.
Sy:
We're talkin' future generations here. We're discussing morals.
Alice Miller:
[
for Herb] You're not qualified to discuss morals, Sy.
Sy:
Up your hole with a Mello Roll, Alice! You too, Herb!
Leo Silver:
[
reading from the newspaper] "In response to the question, 'What were you doing in Central Park, in Bethesda Fountain, at 1 in the morning, naked?', Swann replied, 'The back stroke.'"
King Kaiser:
They're not serving tongue at lunch today, are they Leo? No tongue on show day. Twice they served tongue on show day, twice the opening sketch died... . No tongue, get it? No tongue. Tongue, death... .
Stockbroker #1:
[
looking over the edge of the balcony] I think Alan Swann is beneath us!
Stockbroker #2:
Of course he's beneath us. He's an actor!
Stockbroker #1:
No! I think Alan Swann is beneath us right now!
Swann:
[
looking at a smashed liquor bottle] That's a sad sight!
Benjy Stone:
What are you doing?
Alan Swann:
Drinking and leaving!
Swann:
[
watching a movie] Oh, good God! It's Renfield! I thought he was dead!
[
Renfield's character "dies" on screen]
Swann:
Oh, yes! So he is!
Sy:
Benjy, you want to see movies, get a job as an usher. The rest of us are here to write professional show-business comedy!
Herb Lee:
[
whispers to Alice]
Alice Miller:
[
to Sy, for Herb] In your case, semi-professional.
Alice Miller:
Sy Benson: a tower of Jell-O.
King Kaiser:
I don't know. He *is* a legend. One of the biggest stars ever. He's one of a kind. A guy like this is irreplaceable. Replace him, Leo.
Alan Swann:
Who is that gorgeous-looking creature over there?
Maitre d':
Oh, no, Mr. Swann. This is exactly the way it started last time.
Alan Swann:
In that case, we'll just order dinner... . for now.
Sy:
Leo, it gets me sick to think we gotta put up with some washed-up jaboni who's gonna be running around Central Park with his schlong hangin' out!
Alan Swann:
My dear fellow, what I choose to do with my schlong is my business.
Sy:
[
who didn't know Swann had entered] How's business?
Alan Swann:
Never better.
Alan Swann:
[
gazing deep into K.C's eyes] These eyes. They're Merle Oberon's eyes.
Benjy Stone:
Merle Oberon's! Oh, and what's Merle doing for eyes? Using Katharine Hepburn's?
Alan Swann:
Stone, women love to be intrigued. They enjoy unraveling the mystery that is man, but you must allow them the freedom to discover you.
Benjy Stone:
Is that what you do?
Alan Swann:
No. I don't have that luxury. The women who are interested in me know exactly who I am and what they want, and nine times out of ten, they get it.
Benjy Stone:
That's some curse.
Alan Swann:
You'd be surprised. You see, no matter what I do, I can never fulfill their expectations.
Benjy Stone:
Doesn't Sy's office take on a whole different feeling at night?
K.C.:
Yeah, it gets worse.
K.C.:
Do you think there are funny people and not-funny people?
Benjy Stone:
Yes. Definitely. On the funny side there are the Marx Brothers, except Zeppo; the Ritz Brothers, no exceptions; both Laurel *and* Hardy; and Woody Woodpecker. On the unfunny side there's anyone who has ever played the accordion professionally.
Alan Swann:
Stone... . I'm afraid. I'm afraid. That's why I couldn't get out of the car to see my Tess, my child.
Benjy Stone:
Alan Swann, afraid? The Defender of the Crown? Captain from Tortuga? The Last Knight of the Round Table?
Alan Swann:
Those are movies, damn you! Look at me! I'm flesh and blood, life-size, no larger! I'm not that silly God-damned hero! I never was!
Alan Swann:
To *me* you were! Whoever you were in those movies, those silly goddamn heroes meant a lot to *me*! What does it matter if it was an illusion? It worked! So don't tell me this is you life-size. I can't use you life-size. I need Alan Swanns as big as I can get them! And let me tell you something: you couldn't have convinced me the way you did unless somewhere in you you *had* that courage! Nobody's that good an actor! You *are* that silly goddamn hero!
Swann:
Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.
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