affordya.wav
Fingers: Leave 'im alone. He couldn't afford ya. *slap* Go ta bed, Enid.
alliteration.wav
Quill: *recounting something she's read* And this is where it gets really good. "Thou murderous scum!" Renard cries as he removes his gloves. "I challenge thee to a duel!" And--SMACK!--Bennington is slapped in the face by Renard's right glove. And--SMACK!--again by his left. Bennington draws his rapier. "I'll not tolerate such insolence, thou cockered, common-kissing clot-pole--" Note the alliteration here. Bennington is a very clever man.
bananabread.wav
Blue Skies: Flash, you try it.
Flash: No! You first.
Blue Skies: What if he poisoned it?
Flash: Did he make it himself?
Blue Skies: No, actually, his mommy did.
beautysleep.wav
Blue Skies: You'se a tired goil. An' yah needs yah beauty sleep.
Flash: Hell if I do. I'se gorgeous trough an trough.
Blue Skies: That's why yah tag 'round wit me. You'se hopin' some 'a my fabulous good looks'll weah off on yah.
Flash: Wrong again; you'se hopin' the opposite'll happen fah you! Whew, that's a rush.
Blue Skies: Yah was turnin kinda blue.
Flash: No surprise, neithah. I feel like my face is gonna 'xplode.
blush.wav
Flash: And this is Knuckles Callahan: feahless, amazin', an' able tah make Blue Skies Costello blush from across town. 'E's also the leadah a' the Harlem newsboys.
bridges.wav
Flash: Hey, there's a lotta things I can do, but stoppin' ain't one of 'em.
Liberty: Is...jumpin'?
Flash: Jumpin' wheah?
Liberty: Um...off things.
Flash: Off what kind a' things? Andriola, what on earth is you tryin' tah get at?
Liberty: Like, ah...bridges?
Flash: Bridges? Bridges?
Liberty: Like, ah...this one.
Flash: Wait--wait, now...
Liberty: Don't talk, just jump!
Flash: Oh, for the love a' God...when we die...
Liberty: Ah...yah can swim, right McAllen?
Flash: A fine time t'be askin' questions like that! But, yeah, you'se in luck this evenin', m'lady, 'cause I can.
Liberty: Good.
Both: AHHHH!!
catdraggedin.wav
Fingers: Well, wouldja look what da cat dragged in. What are you doin' on
dis side a' da river, O'Malley?
conner1.wav
Fingers: Go ta hell, Conner.
costello.wav
Flash: Which Costello? Why d'yah ask? Ain't Chance usually ovah there?
crazy.wav
Mouse McMullen: Quilla, you don't have to be crazy for people to care about you.
Quill: Crazy.
Mouse: I...
Quill: Crazy.
Mouse: I don't mean you're--
Quill: Crazy.
Mouse: Olivia.
Quill: You think I'm crazy.
Mouse: I didn't say that! I didn't say that at all!
Quill: What did you say, then? What did you say?
Mouse: I--I said...I said you didn't have to be cra--you didn't have to be--you didn't have to-- You don't have to pretend like you're crazy for people to care about you. That's what I said. Or...that's what I meant.
Quill: So you think that I'm pretending to be crazy--pretending that my father--pretending. You think I'm pretending in order for people to be fond of me. Is that why you're bothering with me?
Mouse: No! You have to understand. I just want you to be happy, but...but...
Quill: But you think I'm crazy.
Mouse: I didn't say that!
Quill: But that's what you think.
dolt.wav
Flash: If yah suggestin' pokah, please know that I ain't as bad as that dolt yah call a boyfriend.
flash.wav
Flash: Flash McAllen, leadah a' the Harlem newsgoils.
fingerslogic.wav
Fingers: Don't you even pretend ta care! I'se doin' dis as a favor ta Gallagher - an' if ya so much as touch 'er, I'll kill ya.
friends.wav
Gwen: Are yah gonna be staying here a long time?
Quill: Agnes says that I can stay here as long as I like. And I really don't have anywhere else to go. Not that I know of, at least.
Gwen: Oh. Well, yah know, that's good, because I was thinkin' that maybe we could be friends, you an' me.
Quill: What's that?
Gwen: You mean you don't know what a friend is?
Quill: No, no, no--I mean...is that it? Do we just say we're friends and become friends? Does it really work that way? Because I had friends, but we never said, "Let's be friends." That sounds strange to me.
Gwen: Do it? Well, that's how I do it. So are we or are we not gonna be friends? 'Cause I can tell that we'd be great friends right quick like that. After all, you like Agnes, I like Agnes...you like cookies, I like cookies. Good enough for a start of a friendship, don't 'chu think?
Quill: Ah, yeah. Yes, I suppose so.
Gwen: So?
Quill: So, yes. Let's be friends.
gofish.wav
Flash: If yah suggestin pokah, please know that I ain't as bad as that dolt yah call a boyfriend.
Blue Skies: We could jus' play Go Fish. No money er nothin', so the fact that youse so tired that youse fallin' off yah chair an' gonna go face-foist intah the coffee table any minute don't get too important er nothin'.
Flash: Ski-ies. Sure. Who's first?
Blue Skies: You, I guess.
Flash: Oh. Do you have a ten?
Blue Skies: Yes.
Flash: Thanks. How bout we play again?
Blue Skies: Let's try a diffrent game.
gonnakill.wav
Flash: Costello's gonna kill me! I bet she knows the Bronx like the back a' her hand, an' she'll think I shoulda spent more time wit' 'er committin' it tah mem'ry. 'Stead a'...runnin'offan'stealin'fruitan'jumpin'offbridges...
joplin.wav
Cordelia: "::as she's playing:: Huh? ::giggles softly, continues to play for a moment:: Scott Joplin.. no one says it better. I've been playing him for years now, and.. oh, how could you not love music like this. It just gets in your soul."
heather.wav
Fingers: Fowler? Don't call me Heather!
heather2.wav
Fingers: Me name's Heather Mulcahy. I gots a middle name. It's
Ann. And don't call me dat. Sounds soft.
ignore.wav
Quill: Do you—do you try to talk to people, and then they talk back, but just…just for a moment. And then they decide to ignore you and talk to someone else that’s more interesting? It happens to me all the time.
interesting.wav
Flash: Interestin' is hardly the beginnin' wit' Libs.
laudanum.wav
Verity: Shhhh... Calm down, take some laudanum. It'll make you feel better.
letters.wav
Gwen: That's terrible, I mean, what happened to 'im. But the letters keep on gettin' shorter, like he stopped carin'.
Quill: Well--it was leading up to his death. Maybe he didn't have the time to write letters anymore.
Gwen: Not have time to write letters to his own wife? That don't sound normal to me.
Quill: Have you ever been in a war, Gwen?
Gwen: No.
Quill: Then you wouldn't know. And--I'm not saying you're wrong, but I don't think he'd stop caring. If he stopped caring, I think he'd stop writing all together. Don't you think?
Gwen: I don't know. It ain't our business, anyhow. I bet Agnes don't want us lookin' through these letters, that's why she had 'em hidden. Livvie, I think it's great and all, that you wanna know more about Agnes, but I think we should ask her or somethin' first.
Quill: I have to know more about William.
Gwen: You don't have to know anything, Livvie.
Quill: That's what you think.
lies.wav
Gwen: He loved Adeline?
Quill: He loved Adeline.
Gwen: What d'yah mean, he loved her? He couldn't've loved Adeline. He was married to Agnes.
Quill: Yes, yes Gwen. Yes, I know. But it's his journal. Why would he lie about...about something like that in his own journal?
Gwen: I hate him, Livvie! Oh...don't tell Agnes. She's sick.
Quill: I didn't tell her. I told her precisely the opposite.
Gwen: You lied to her? That's as bad as telling her.
Quill: She asked me. I couldn't say anything without lying. And that's what she wanted to hear. I like to think that she rests easier now with that knowledge. I mean, she's lived with suspicion for forty years, Gwen. She shouldn't know the truth. Not now. Not when she's so ill. It's better that she hears what she wants.
Gwen: Yeah, I guess so. How much did you read, Livvie?
Quill: Not that much. I started in the middle or so, where it was bookmarked. After...after the entry where Agnes' suspicions were proven, I...I had to stop. I couldn't read much more.
Gwen: I wouldn't've been able to either. Once you know what's true, then why read more?
Quill: Mmm...no reason. I feel terrible. I shouldn't have even read it. It's none of my concern in the first place.
Gwen: What did I tell you about reading those letters? Now you're in over your head. Livvie, if you hadn't read those letters, Agnes wouldn't've given you that journal, and if she hadn't given you that journal, you wouldn't know what you regret you know now. What's compelling you to sneak into other folks' business, anyhow?
Quill: I don't know, Gwen. I feel as if I must know. Or at least...I did. I don't, now.
likeyou.wav
Flash: Wit' a poison like you, I can't help but wondah.
longstory.wav Fingers: Dere ain't no such thing as a long story told right.
looking.wav Flash: Blue? They're lookin' at us funny...
loyalty.wav Blue Skies: Loyalty. I kin respect dat. But I don’t wanna see you back on dis side ‘a Harlem again, get it?
lydia.wav
Quill: Yes, it may be my real name, but it's not what I'm used to. I don't like it when he calls me Lydia. I don't know anything about what's going on around me. I'd at least like to be familiar with my own name.
nonpassivity.wav Quill: My…my non-passivity has gotten me into more trouble than I can even start to explain.
pasts.wav Blue Skies: Pasts ain't somethin' I care ta do, Callahan.
pathetic.wav
Quill: *sighs*
Gwen: Y'know what, Quill?
Quill: Mmm?
Gwen: We're pathetic.
Quill: So? *giggles*
Gwen: So?
Quill: Yup.
Gwen: Yup?
Quill: Mmm...*giggles*
Gwen: All this over a kid named Schlomo?
Quill: Isn't that the nicest name? It's so different and unique, and nobody else has it, and...oh...
Gwen: Nobody has the same name, genius.
Quill: *giggles*
Gwen: Most people have nicknames.
Quill: *giggles* Mmm...so?
Gwen: Y'know what? I'm not pathetic. You're pathetic--you are the epitome of pathetic.
Quill: Mmm...yup.
ragtime.wav
Cordelia: "It's called.. ragtime."
randomguy.wav
Flash:"Miss High-an'-Mighty" jus' didn't like findin' some random guy in 'er bed one evenin', Mistah Bailey.
rat.wav
Fingers: O'Malley was one a' Conlon's boys, den 'e was one a' Forlani's
boys. He's a rat. Rat ta da Bronx when Forlani got pulled in.
ruby1.wav
Ruby: You say that like it was a bad thing!
rubyfingers1.wav
Fingers: Good ta see you too, Gallagher.
rules.wav
Fingers: I don't break me rules fer no one.
scared.wav
Mouse McMullen: What are you scared of, Quill?
Quill: Scared?
Mouse: Yes. Scared.
Quill: I’m not afraid of anything.
Mouse: Nothing?
Quill: Nothing important, anyway.
Mouse: Oh. I’m scared of a lot of things.
Quill: There are a lot of things to be scared of. Too many things. In fact, there are…so many things to be scared of that it is silly to be afraid.
Mouse: You’re lucky that you can be…not-scared.
Quill: I didn’t say I was not-scared. Yes, I did say that, but I—I’m afraid of a lot of things. I’m afraid of…of so many things. But it is silly to be afraid though. Sometimes.
Mouse: I know that. You know what? You’re never scared until you know of things to be scared of, you know? I never used to be scared of anything. A long time ago.
Quill: You’re lucky, I think. I’ve always been afraid.
schlomo.wav
Gwen: Don't laugh an' be smug, Miss I'm-in-love-with-a-guy-named-Schlomo!
Quill: You be quiet!
simpler.wav
Fingers: Ya wanna do it dis way? I like ya! Wish I didn't. It'd make
me life a whole lot simpler . . . . An' you ain't gonna repeat dat!
sticks.wav
Flash: What? Ah...Sticks? He an' I was jus'--ah--I dunno, he jus' came an' found me at the door heah. I didn't see him anywheah...befoah...
storyofmylife.wav
Fingers: I was born in a whorehouse an' picked pockets until Neely
noticed I was growing up. I left. I been in an' outta da Refuge a couple
times. I landed in Harlem by accident and got stuck heah cuz a' Lansing two
yeahs ago. Story a' me life.
swipple.wav
Fingers: Swipple? I hate Lansing, Forlani and Grover Neely. I don't hate me goils.
technicality.wav
Quill: Gwen.
Gwen: Hm?
Quill: Stop moving your hat.
Gwen: It's not mine.
Quill: You've been holding that hat for three days. You haven't lost sight of it. You--you sleep with it! And you keep it in your back pocket. You're always touching it.
Gwen: It's not touching me when it's in my back pocket, it's touching my pants.
Quill: That's a technicality.
Gwen: Technicalities count.
Quill: ...Fine.
todo.wav
Quill: I don't see a father, I see a stranger. Is that all there is? I've always wanted a father, and now I have one, and I don't know what to do with him.
touchy.wav
Flash: Well sor-ry. I didn't know it was such a tou-chy sub-ject.
yarmulka.wav
Quill: *giggles* Mmm...he's so cute. *giggles again* Yes, there's something to be said for a boy in a yarmulka. *giggles more* *clears throat* Oh--hey, Flash. Sorry...didn't see you there... *lapses once again into giggles*