Brown Line CTA Stations in the Time of the FlintstonesWashington --> Washingstone ( Read more... )

(CHERYL is in her cubicle, talking on the phone.)

CHERYL
I know, Sue, I couldn’t believe it either… No, you were so right to feel that way…
(GREG enters and stands in the doorway. CHERYL sees him but continues talking.)
Don’t be. He shouldn’t have been taking up two seats.
(GREG knocks softly on the doorway. CHERYL holds up a finger.)There were ( Read more... )

(The waiting room at a blood drive. NURSE BLAKE (Alec Baldwin) and NURSE WILLIAMSON (Kevin Spacey) stand in their scrubs before LEVENE (Jack Lemmon), MOSS (Ed Harris), and AARONOW (Alan Arkin), who are sitting at tables and filling out forms to give blood.)

BLAKE
Are they all here?

WILLIAMSON
All but one.

BLAKE
Well, I’m going anyway.
(to the ( Read more... )

PSYCHIATRIST
Your wife maintains that you don’t show her enough affection.

PATIENT
I show my wife a lot of aggression.

PSYCHIATRIST
“Affection.”

PATIENT
Yes.

PSYCHIATRIST
You said “aggression.”

PATIENT
No, I said affection.

PSYCHIATRIST
It’s very interesting to me that you confused those two words.

PATIENT
Whatever I said, I meant “ ( Read more... )

(We are in the cubicle shared by KASEY and BEN. At rise, KASEY sits in one of the chairs in front of her computer. BEN is not present. KASEY is tearing a piece of paper into strips, then tearing each strip into smaller strips. She brushes all the strips off her desk into the wastepaper basket. One shred of paper misses the wastepaper basket ( Read more... )

The day he injured his knee was the day he decided to have a baby daughter ( Read more... )

dear eliza mortensen ( Read more... )

(SCENE ONE: Living room of SAM’s apartment. Pre-dawn, the day after Thanksgiving. Most of the light streams dimly in through the window from an outside security lamp. SAM is quietly getting ready to leave, putting on his coat, hat, etc. Just as he opens the door, KATIE appears from the next room, dressed in her pajamas.)KATIE ( Read more... )

Everywhere.

Above and beyond the physical aches and pains, there is the damage to emotional ties in your life. You don’t return your parents’ phone calls. You act coldly toward your co-workers. Your dog approaches you, leash in mouth, and you sit on the edge of your bed, shoulders slumped, hair unkempt, and stare listlessly back at him.

Your ( Read more... )

Estelle Getty, in a Moment of Artistic Frustration

Why do I keep getting typecast as little old ladies? Just once I’d like a role as a heavyweight boxer. Or a sexy young bathing beauty. Or Martin Luther King. Anything but another old woman!

Andrew Dice Clay, in a Moment of Artistic Frustration

“Jack be nimble, Jack be quick...” Hm. What ( Read more... )