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: I didn't mean to hurt you, Lou. But if you'd have shot me, you'd be moppin' up my blood now.
: You could use a little more heat around this place...! Walter Paisley
: It's bad for the clay! You'll get used to it!
Maxwell H. Brock
: I will not wish you good luck. Walter Paisley
: Why not? Maxwell H. Brock
: It would imply you could not succeed on your own.
Maxwell H. Brock
: To be uncreative you might as well be in your grave... or in the Army. Walter Paisley
: [Looking slightly puzzled, and amused
] They tried to draft me once. I couldn't pass the test.
: [Admiring Walter's rather bizarre statue, "Murdered Man."
] Walter, it's a masterpiece. I've never seen anything like it before... And I hope I never see anything like it again. Walter Paisley
: Neither do I.
: [Entering The Yellow Door, dressed in a rather absurd-looking artist's costume
] Sylvia, didn't you see me wave my zen stick? Sylvia
: [Surprised, not recognizing him at first
] Why, it's Walter Paisley! Walter Paisley
: Bring me a cappuccino, and a piece of papaya cheesecake... and, uh, and a bottle of Yugoslavian white wine. Sylvia
: Yes sir, Mr. Paisley!
: [Unimpressed with Walter and his new-found fame as a sculptor
] Oh, let's change the subject. I'm sick of hearing about sculptors. Nobody knows how to do that anymore, much less the busboy from The Yellow Door. Walter Paisley
] Who do you think you're talkin' about? Alice
: Don't shout at me! Walter Paisley
: I don't like you... Alice
: [Mocking laughter
] Nobody asked your opinion, Walter! You're just a simple farm boy, and the rest of us are sophisticated beatniks.
: Have some breakfast, man. Walter Paisley
: What're ya' having? Maxwell H. Brock
: Some soy and wheat germ pancakes, organic guava nectar, calcium lactate and tomato juice, and garbanzo omelettes sprinkled with smoked yeast. Join us? Walter Paisley
: No thanks... Sounds great, though!
: Be a nose! Be a nose!
: Wow, Walter, what a neat car! Walter Paisley
: Yeah, it's a Rolls Canardly. Candy Hope
: A Rolls Canardly? Walter Paisley
: Yeah, it rolls down one hill and can 'ardly get up the next.
: You been in pictures? Robby
: Not recently. I don't do nudity.