Walter Paisley, nerdish waiter at a Bohemian cafe, is jealous of the talent (and popularity) of its various artistic regulars. But after acc...更多>
Beatnik Hustler: I saw a statue once. It was called, "the third time Phyllis saw me, she exploded." Beatnik Hustler's Partner: Man, what kind of statue was that? Beatnik Hustler: I dunno, it was made out of driftwood and dipped in fluoric acid. Very wild. Walter Paisley: I didn't mean to hurt you, Lou. But if you'd have shot me, you'd be moppin' up my blood now. Maxwell H. Brock: Life is an obscure hobo, bumming a ride on the omnibus of art. Maxwell H. Brock: Where are John, Joe, Jake, Jim, jerk? Dead, dead, dead! They were not born, before they were born, they were not born. Where are Leonardo, Rembrandt, Ludwig? Alive! Alive! Alive! They were born! Alice: You could use a little more heat around this place...! Walter Paisley: It's bad for the clay! You'll get used to it!