[medea]

MIDGE (showing her bedroom, the bed is placed right in the middle of the room): What do you think?
IMOGENE: Is this cubist or….?

MIDGE: Old place, new life.
IMOGENE: Sure.
MIDGE: New vistas. Interior vistas.

GABE: Our photographer, Kal-El, from the planet Krypton.
GILBERT: I made the mistake of showing them my collection of Superman comics. It‘s Gilbert.

JERRY: Dig the duds, Weissman. Boss tweed.
GABE: Stop it, Jer. Dress any way you like. Hell, Mailer once showed up in his underwear.
KEV: I‘m sorry, why‘d he stab his wife again. She seemed nice.
GABE: Plimpton says it‘s because she told Norman he‘s not as good as Dostoyevsky.

ABE: Remarkable. Like we traveled back in time.
ROSE: Such a strange feeling. Like something out of that show of yours, The Twilight Zone.
(…)
ABE: There was this advertising exec. Overworked, harried. Clearly a stand-in for Rod Serling. (…) He has this boss always yelling at him. „Push, push, push, Williams.“ (…) Then he falls asleep on the train ride home. )…) And he wakes up in an idyllic town called Willoughby. (…) And in a different century….

MIDGE: This would put you back in your beloved neighbourhood with your newsstand, your Zabar‘s, your synagogue. (…)

NURSE: Over the weeks, we've curated a list of specific things that set her off and are not to be mentioned. Most seem to be the names of past paramours. They include the following: "Vincent Price, Edgar G. Robinson, Jan from Jan and Dean, Dean from Jan and Dean, Howlin' Wolf, Salvador Dalí, Cubby O'Brien..."
SUSIE: From The Mickey Mouse Club?
NURSE: "Fess Parker, Igor Stravinsky, Adlai Stevenson..." I'll leave the list. It's not short.

(A woman screams)
SOPHIE: You get used to it. Look at us. Mm. A couple of birdies in the cuckoo's nest.

Sophie unterschreibt den Auflösungsvertrag mit Susie mit "Lucille fucking Ball".

MIDGE: Mama. You're up. And reorganizing my kitchen.
ROSE: Everything was jammed onto freakishly low shelves because your vertically challenged friend organized it that way. I thought the layout worked. For Tom Thumb, yes, or the Lollipop Guild, but not for normal-sized people.

SUSIE: The first Sandra was a dope fiend. Then Dotty. She left you for Hal Roach. Then you went international with the flamenco dancer, Conchita what's-her-name. She also left you for Hal Roach. Then the second Sandra with the bouncing bazoombas.

HARRY: So, talk to me. Why are you here?
SUSIE: It's Sophie.
HARRY: Oh. Color me shocked.
SUSIE: Man, she's snapped or something, Harry. Worse than ever. We're talking full-on Frances Farmer.

HARRY: You like my bench?
SUSIE: How is this your bench?
HARRY: Read the plaque.
SUSIE: "Harry Drake, how sweet it is."
HARRY: A gift from Gleason. And look at this view. It's beautiful, isn't it?

HARRY: You got her on Broadway.
SUSIE: But it was a disaster. The Hindenburg times six.

SUSIE: I got ten Broadway investors threatening to sue me.
HARRY: Oh, piss in a pot. What week am I not being sued?

SUSIE: Still believe in her. More than ever. She's got something. I know it. She's just so fucking headstrong.
HARRY: But if you're not gonna dump her, then get her ass back out on stage now.
SUSIE: But she's being so picky. She likes basket houses.
HARRY: Oh, no booze, no money.

HARRY (pointing to a building): The San Remo. Twelve rooms, seven bathrooms, maid‘s quarters. That‘s the one that hurt.

MIDGE: I didn't know this is where you were taking me.
SUSIE: Where'd you think, Howard Johnson's for some fucking clams?

COMEDIAN: Yeah, think about guys' names on the Yankees, huh? Wouldn't it be something if Whitey Ford drove a Chevy? Or if Mickey Mantle had nowhere to put awards? Do you think Jim Coates gets cold in the wintertime?

COMEDIAN: Hey, any of you hear about this big new book by Harper Lee?
SUSIE: Beer.
MIDGE: Martini. Olives.
COMEDIAN: Guess what her favorite drink is. Tequila Mockingbird.

NOAH: You know, a gentile’s favorite wine is cabernet. (…) A Jew‘s favorite whine is „It‘s too cold in here“.

BOBBY: Stewie, one more word, and you throw them out.
MIDGE: Killjoy.

Namen von Comedians, die auftreten: Noah Birnbaum, Billy Jones, Frankie Borden, Big Dave, Jess Clayton. Ich glaube aber, die gibt es nicht, hab jedenfalls nichts dazu gefunden...

BOBBY: He just got back from a world tour. If you call the world Scranton.

MIDGE (imitating a man): My wife. Oh, brother. She saw a psychic who told her that in a past life, she was Mary, Queen of Scots. I said, "Well, hope you had a good time, honey, 'cause in this life, you're Mary, Clean My Socks."

WOMAN IN JAIL: What you're in for.
MIDGE: Solicitation.
WOMAN: In that dress? ( women chuckle )
MIDGE: Actually, what I'm in for is daring to say certain words within earshot of one Officer fucking Krupke.

MIDGE: She's a sweet, youthful girl, and she didn't want to call her parents.
SUSIE: I mean, it's one thing burning through cash bailing you out, but bailing out a hooker I don't even know?
WOMAN: I'm not a hooker.
SUSIE: Right, you're Miss Turnstile 1959.