“You never change, Charlie. And thank God for that!”
“The idea is, the things we take to be real are only shadows, shadows cast by a flame in Plato’s cave. Makes you think, doesn’t it?”
“OK, Charlie, you are one tough nut. But this one will make you laugh.”
“So he says, ‘What did you do to the booze, Hickey?’, like, drinking don’t make them happy any more. Say, are you sure you don’t know the plot to The Iceman Cometh?”
“So what do they call you, pal? I’m guessin’, it ain’t Chatty Cathy.”
“I said ‘I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear.’ It’s a song, Charlie. A song. Forget it. I should know better than to waste an allusion on you.”
“How about a toast to silence, Charlie? Are you good with that?”
“You can jump in any time, Charlie. This ain’t a monologue and I ain’t fucking David Letterman.”
“I ain’t in a hurry. I can outdrink you, Charlie, and I can outwait you too.”
“You’re a standup guy, Charlie, but you got no repartee. Down the road, that’s going to hurt you.”
