Crossing Delancey

Anton Maes:
Hang on to this woman, Lionel. Loyalty like this doesn't walk through the door every day.

Lionel:
I guess you've noticed that Izzy has featured you in our window for the past three weeks. When is this much-publicized reading to take place?

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
On the 20th. I'm very loyal to neighborhood authors.

Anton Maes:
I'm very loyal to powerful women.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[Objecting to a surprise appointment with a matchmaker] Excuse me, but I don't know what you think you're doing.

Bubbie Kantor:
First you'll listen, then you'll talk.

Hannah Mandelbaum:
Very nice, very nice girl. She lives by her parents?

Bubbie Kantor:
Naaaah, they live in Florida with Red Buttons. All the social security checks under one roof - you can have it.

Hannah Mandelbaum:
So, Isabella, you got your own apartment?

Bubbie Kantor:
Naaaaah, she lives alone in a room, like a dog. A dog should live alone, not people... a dog.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
It is not a room, it's an apartment, a very nice apartment. You know, you've been there, there's a bedroom, a bathroom...

Bubbie Kantor:
Sure, with bars on the windows like a prison. Someone should crawl in at night I'm always thinking.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
Stop thinking.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
No, no that's a good choice, very vivid, that whole section, he's so hungry for her, it's... unsettling.

Anton Maes:
Yes.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
What I love most about your writing...

Anton Maes:
Yes, yes, yes, yes?

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
Is it's deceptive accessibility. It reads like pulp fiction... and then you... hear music.

Anton Maes:
Will you tell me that when I call you with an anxiety attack at 4 in the morning?

Hannah Mandelbaum:
Ya look, ya meet, you try, you see. Sometimes it fits, sometimes it doesn't.

Marilyn Cohen:
And I'm sitting there, and my *face* is starting to hurt. And I'm thinking, Christ, I got 45 minutes to show this guy how loving, smart, supportive, funny, independent, and sexy I am. And all I can really think about is how I'd rather be sitting home watching the baseball game.

Bubbie Kantor:
[Izzy is cutting string from a package with a chef's knife] Bubbie: Gimme that, gimme that. You don't know how to open up a package. It's, it's good string you're wasting. Such, such nice, heavy paper. Something to save, Miss Fancy.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[Izzy finishes reading what Anton said he almost called her in the middle of the night about. She has gone to his apartment even though she is scheduled to meet Sam at Bubbie's] Good two pages.

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
Sam, I don't know what to do with you. You're a nice guy.

Sam Posner:
Oh, what a thing to say. I'm wounded, I'm bleeding.

[last lines]

Bubbie Kantor:
Take my arm, Sam. It's OK, you can touch me. A hundred and twenty pounds of pure gold, that's me. Come children, come, let's put the bubbie to bed.

[first lines]

Anton Maes:
[People are arriving at an event at a book store. There are sounds of employees greeting them, checking them in, serving champagne. Izzy is collecting empty plastic cups and napkins. She sees a woman put a book from the shelf in her bag, and deftly removes and replaces it. Anton is watching her from across the nook and motions her over. Their eyes lock as she approaches] So, you won't be out of a job. [He plunks down his cup on her tray]

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[Reading from her signed copy of Anton's book] "Izzy dear, It's women like you who make the world liquid and even, still in beauty born." Hmm.

Sam Posner:
Here's one I've been pondering: How do I talk to Isabelle?

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[after opening Sam's package that includes pickles and a new hat] Bubbie, I'm being woo'd.

Bubbie Kantor:
[in Yiddish] Vood? Vas is vood?

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[ending a tirade about her Bubbie's constant efforts to fix her up with a man] It's not as if I'm discounting the possibility, but Bubbie, listen to me. I am not, repeat NOT holding my breath!

Bubbie Kantor:
A professor once told me, a college professor "No matter how happy you are, if you're alone, you're sick!"

Isabelle 'Izzy' Grossman:
[groaning in exasperation] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Lionel:
[greeting Sam at the Saturday gathering] Poetry?

Sam Posner:
Pickles.