A Thousand Clowns

Murray:
Nick, you are about to see a horrible, horrible thing.

Nick:
What's that Murray?

Murray:
People going to work.

Albert:
Sandra, it's really time we left for Queens.

Sandra:
Here's the Ledbetter file, I'm staying here.

Albert:
Sandra.

Sandra:
I have decided to pursue this case.

Albert:
Sandra, have we lost all professional control?

Sandra:
You just -- you just go yourself -- to the Leadbellies -- you go on to Queens.

Albert:
I was not aware that Nicholas was an O.W. child.

Murray:
"O.W."?

Albert:
Out of wedlock.

Murray:
For a moment there, I thought you meant prisoner of war. I think it's that natural warmth of yours, Albert, that leads me to misunderstand.

Albert:
Mr. Burns, you can assume at this point that Miss Markowitz is no longer involved with your case. The Board will be informed that she is no longer involved with this particular case. Her continuing here, to discuss your case -- at this point -- is entirely unofficial. You can dismiss any conference -- that may resume after I leave -- when I leave here, from your mind. And regardless of what you think of me--

Murray:
I think you're a dirty O.W.

Albert:
And -- do you know what you are? Maladjusted!

Murray:
Oooh! [strikes heart and sinks to the floor]

Sandy:
There is a kind of relief that it's gone - the job, and even Albert. But I know what it is, it's just irresponsible, that's all. And I don't have the vaguest idea who I am.

Murray:
It's just that there are all these Sandras running around who you've never met before, and it's confusing at first, fantastic. But damn it, isn't it great to find out how many Sandras there are? It's like those little cars in the circus, you know? This tiny red car comes out, hardly big enough for a midget, and it putters around, and suddenly its doors open and out come a thousand clowns, whooping and hollering and raising hell.

Albert:
Miss Markowitz did not show up in Queens yesterday.

Murray:
So...

Albert:
Well, her parents are quite upset. I am quite upset. Where is she?

Murray:
She’s hiding in the closet.

Albert:
Now, we’re really all quite anxious to know where she is.

Murray:
I’m not kidding, Albert, she’s in the closet.

Albert:
[checks the closet, gazes at her momentarily, quickly closes the door, and goes back to talk with Murray] She is in the closet.

Murray:
I wouldn’t lie to you, Albert.

Albert:
Why is she in the closet?

Murray:
I don’t know, uh…she’s got this thing about closets.

Albert:
Well, that’s a very silly thing for her to be in, that closet.

Murray:
Well, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Now, what else can I do for you, Albert?

Albert:
That’s a difficult thing for me to believe...I mean, that she’s right there in the closet. You know, you are not a person, Mr. Burns, you are an experience!

Murray:
[laughing] That’s very nice, Albert. I’ll have to remember that.

Nick:
We got to get rid of him!

Murray:
[hugging Nick] Nick...

Nick:
We got to! Please!

Murray:
Nick, we can't. We can't. Aw, kid, I'm sorry. Sorry, kid. I'm sorry.