Remember me

– I know, but it's coming.
– When is it?
– It's not gonna be too much longer.

– Split your gum out. Come on. Thank you.

– Oh, here comes the train!

– Get behind me. Ally, stay behind me.
Just take it. Take it.
– Give me your purse. Give me your purse.
Give me the ring!
_ What?
– Don't talk.
– It's gonna be okay.
– Ally, don't look at them. No, no…
– Better not, lady.

– This is the Coney Island-bound F train. Next stop Avenue I.

– No!
– Mom! Mom!

– Daddy!

– Hello? Fifteen minutes.

– How are you, Mom?
– You look good.
– How are you doing, Les?
– Good to see you.
– Thanks for the wake-up call, Maestro.
– You smell like Listerine and beer.
– You couldn't wear a tie?
– I could have.

– This is nice. Michael would like that we still do this.

– Did you tell Tyler what your art teach said about your portrait?
– Mom!
– Tell him!
– She said I captured the moment like a young James Whistler.
_ Well, at least it's a young James Whistler, because, God, I mean, Whistler, he fell off in the latter half of his career. He is the Boyz II Man of European art history.
– She recommended your sister to Steinhardt's Summer Art Intensive, and that's hugely prestigious.
– It's fantastic.
_ It's great.
– I am going to do a drawing called My brother and his favorite cigarette. And, since I'd be the youngest person ever, practically, to be studying there…
– Tyler, would you please pass the sugar?
– She still has a couple of minutes left on the clock, Dad. Just a couple of seconds.
_ Caroline's perfectly capable of speaking up if she's feeling slighted in any way. Have I slighted you in any way, Caroline?
– I'm fine.
– I didn't mean to change the subject.
– What was the subject?
– Excuse me?
– The subject we were discussing. What was it?
– Now is not the time for your heroics, Tyler.
– Actually, now is the perfect time. All right. I gotta go.
– Tyler.
– Caroline, do you want me to take you anywhere?
– I'm okay. I'll stay with Mom.
– All right. I'll see you soon.
– The sugar.

– Eat something.

Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. I tend to agree with the first part. Michael, you know what day I'm staring at. By 22, Gandhi had three kids, Mozart, 30 symphonies, and Buddy Holly was dead.

You once told me, "Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch." Is that true for everybody? Or was that just poetic bullshit?

- I sold your girlfriend a toothbrush.
- You sold my who? What?
- You know, your girlfriend. That voluptuous, delightful oblivious little blonde you left in your bed yesterday?
_ Yeah.
- Yeah, I sold her a toothbrush. I got three bucks.
- Congratulation.
- Yeah, are in order. Cause that sale inspired our newest business venture. The S.L.U.T.It's a Single Lady's Universal Tote. It's a one-night-stand travel pack for women. You know? We throw in makeup and toiletries, a cell phone charger, cab numbers… We retail it for $19.95. Maybe we'd do an infomercial.
- Do you think women will buy this with actual money?
- Okay. Yeah. You know what? Fine. Be cynical. But think about it, at one point in history, two people had a conversation, a lot like this one, about the light bulb. One went to fame and fortune, the other probably went to work at Mickey D's or something.