Paulie

Virgil: [to Misha] The agency told you that you had to pay for your own uniforms, right? Misha: Yes. I provide with money from the job. Virgil: No, no, no, no, no. You can't start the job without a uniform. Misha: Then I provide, if I don't get paid. Virgil: You don't have any money? Misha: No. This is why I take the job. To make money. This is why I have come to America. To be a big shoot. Virgil: Shot. Big shot. Misha: I'll try not to live in the past. Only in present tense, since I came to America. Virgil: [as he and Misha both enter the institute] Yeah, but "big shoot" absolutely makes no sense. This is the main building with administration, lecture rooms, and laboratories. Virgil: [to Misha] These are floors from here. [shows Misha cages filled with various dogs, cats, rats, mice, ferrets, pigeons, birds, rabbits, guinea pigs, chimpanzees, and other animals] Don't worry about the cages, or what's in them. The research assistants feed them. You know, they study animal behavior? Mis

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Ivy, please. I'm a bird. I have a small brain, and it's about to explode! Let's try something a little more classy!

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Misha: [to Paulie about Marie, Warren, and Lila] So, they bring you here? Adult Paulie: No, no. It wasn't that easy hitting Rock Bottom. I did a bunch of things. First, I did a stint as a window display in a place called, Bloomingdale's. And I was in a brochure for Costa Rica. I did some work as a magician's assistant doing children's parties. Narrator: But, when Zintar fell on hard times, he had to choose between me and the cape. Guess which one he pawned. Tween Paulie: [singing] What's new, Pussycat? Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. What's new, Pussycat? Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Artie: [to Paulie] Shut up, you goddamn flying rat! Shut up! Tween Paulie: [singing] Pussycat, pussycat, you are delicious. And if my wishes could only come true... Artie: [to Paulie] Maybe you are uncomfortable in there. Maybe you need a change. How about this... uh... nice toaster oven for little old Top Brown only, huh? Tween Paulie: Oh, come on, Artie. We haven't pawned anything all day. Look, let's go

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Benny: [to Artie] How much do you want for him, Artie? Artie: A lot more than ten bucks, baby. You'd have to grift for more than a year to make his numbers. Ivy: [to Paulie, Artie, and Benny] Okay, which one of you three is the proprietor? Artie: [to Ivy] Very funny, toots. Uh... What have you there? Ivy: Oh, this? This is... This is my easel. Artie: Mmm-hmm. Ivy: It's a fine one. My late husband go it for me, and I really hate to part with it, you know. Artie: Yeah, whatever. Uh... Dead husband aside. Uh... Do you wanna pawn, or sell? Ivy: Well... Tween Paulie: [to Ivy] The real question is, aren't you prepared to throw in that potholder on your head?! Ivy: Well, that was extremely rude! [to Artie] Did you teach him to do that? Benny: [to Ivy] Uh... No. No, that's the thing. [points at Artie] The dirty mouth is all his. Ivy: [looks at Paulie] Tween Paulie: [to Ivy] What are you looking at?! Ivy: [to Artie] You know, I think I'll take him with me. Benny: [to Ivy] Well, I don't think so

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Ivy: [to Paulie] That's it. Very good. You know, you should learn how to fly, Paulie. Adolescent Paulie: Well, the last time someone suggested that, it didn't work out so good. Ivy: You were missing out on doing something that was probably pretty great. Adolescent Paulie: Hey! Why don't you try it, and let me know? Aren't you tired? Ivy: Mmmm... Well, a little bit.

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Ivy: Oh! Oh. Paulie: You know, maybe your house shouldn't have wheels. Ivy: Oh, dear. All right, all right. I'll go get some help. You stay here. You know, it's... Don't be frightened. Let's see.

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