The Man with One Red Shoe
1985
(Morris looks back at a chair he broke) 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.
Hulse: Here's where he varied from the program. That has to be the message. We fed the notes into the computer. Cooper: (reading) "ARDIE BETGO INDYO CEFAR OGGEL." What the hell is this? Hulse: I don't know. Carson: Oh, come on, can't you see? He's rubbing our noses in it! Let's just pick him up and put an end to it. Cooper: (frowning) Is this "cefar oh-gle" or "cefar oggle"? Hulse: Oh-gle. Cooper: "Oh-gle"? Hulse: Could be "oggle."
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. (pause) *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.