ALISON: It's only writing, it's only drawing. I'm remembering something, that's all
Caption... Caption, uh...
Clueless in New York
In denial in New York
Family fun in New York
Child neglect in New York
I don't know
SMALL ALISON: Ooh, can I have one of these chocolates?
BRUCE: No, those are to take home, for your mother. Put them back
SMALL ALISON: Can I look at the Baryshnikov book?
BRUCE: Yes, but be careful with it
SMALL ALISON: What's the name of that museum we're going to tomorrow?
BRUCE: Uhh, Frick
SMALL ALISON: Oh yeah
BRUCE: C'mon, lay down. Go to sleep. Big day tomorrow
ALISON: Ugh, my sleeping bag. I loved that sleeping bag... Kids in bags And—one, two, three—four locks on the front door. (Amazing.) Uh, yeah, coat hook with jackets, piled like twenty deep on one hook (Crazy.) Uh, yeah, that basket with the village voices—
SMALL ALISON: Where are you going?
BRUCE: Oh, uh... just out, just for a minute
What's the matter? Can't you sleep?
I'm just running out for a newspaper, I'll be back in a sec
You—you're going to fall asleep so fast, you'll be asleep before I get back.
SMALL ALISON: But, where are you going?
BRUCE: I said, I'm going out for a paper... Alright? Do you want me to sing to you?