Man with One Red Shoe

Morris:
Sorry about that chair.

Richard:
Oh, that's OK, it was... really old.

Morris:
These are very good cigars. I want you to smoke one after you get a little. You do get a little?

Richard:
Yeah... a little.

Cooper:
Hulse, I want you to put a special mike on him tonight, one that isolates everything he plays from the rest of the orchestra. Carson, you link it into the GBLX 1000 computer.

Maddy:
The GBLX?

Cooper:
Yeah. That thing'll break any code.

Maddy:
But that's in control of our entire missile defense system!

Cooper:
Honey, will you please -- what are the odds of the Russians attacking on a Thursday night?

Cooper:
Professor Chermenko, what about that handwriting?

Professor Chermenko:
Ah. Richard Drew is a complex man, filled to the breaking point with psychological conflicts. His violin is a substitute for severe anger and repression.

Professor Chermenko:
*Sexual* repression.

Paula:
Remember Chicago? Fate? Kismet?

Richard:
No, I don't remember, Paula. You got me drunk.

Carson:
How'd it go, sir?

Cooper:
Great. I haven't felt this good since I overthrew the government of Chile.

Brown:
Wouldn't it bother you to send an innocent man to his grave?

Ross:
Are you serious? We're talking about my career.

Reese:
Subject in transit. Has changed his shoes. Riding a bicycle. Ten-speed, I suspect.

Maddy:
Are you OK? You seem tense.

Richard:
Oh, no, no, no, I'm not, I'm not tense. Well, I did pass out today... and got hit in the head by a baseball... and brushed my teeth with shampoo... then butchered Rimsky- Korsakov in front of 1,500 people, and my clothes fell apart. But I'm not *tense*.

Paula:
Oh, don't talk about Morris. All he cares about is his practical jokes.

Richard:
I know, I know, I know, he's a percussionist, but still, that doesn't mean he's not a nice guy.