'Round Midnight

Hershell:
You know who's going to be waiting for you at the airfield in Paris, don't you?... You.

Eddie Wayne:
If you had seen Hershell and Dale play together, Francis, it's something that you could never forget. They were so new and so different and yet so close. Maybe it was all those memories that made Dale leave for Paris that Friday morning. Maybe what he saw in Hershell's eyes was too frightening and too familiar.

Ace:
It would be the best city in the world if I could just find some okra.

Buttercup:
What the hell do you know about Paris, Ace? You don't do nothin' but stay in that damn room in your robe and slippers cooking all day.

Ace:
At least I'm doing it in Paris.

Dale:
Well, this establishment has never been known for its... conviviality.

Dale:
Ben, just one vin rouge.

Ben:
Buttercup says no.

Dale:
Buttercup is really not my mother. Come on, man!

Ben:
Makes you sick, Dale.

Dale:
Not good wine. Just don't serve me that stuff you serve your customers.

Dale:
They're always paying all the wrong people in this world.

[Drunken man downs liquor and passes out flat on his back]

Dale:
S'il vous plait, I would like to have the same thing he had.

Dale:
You know, it just occurred to me that bebop was invented by the cats who did get out of the army.

Francis:
You are tired, Dale?

Dale:
Oh yes. I'm tired... of everything except the... the music.

Ace:
When you have to explore every night... even the most beautiful things that you find can be the most painful.

Dale:
Berangere... that's a big name for a little girl.

Dale:
Happiness is a nice wet Rico reed.

Dale:
You just don't go out and pick a style off a tree one day. The tree's inside you, growing naturally.

Dale:
My life is music. My love is music. And it's 24 hours a day.

Francis:
When you were talking to the doctor, I was listening.

Dale:
[with mock indignation] You were?... Was I good?

Dale:
But never, never again, man. Don't cry for me. Never again, Francis.

Francis:
What else can I do... when you are killing yourself.

Dale:
I'll stop.

Francis:
Stop?

Dale:
I promise.

Francis:
How? You never stopped before.

Dale:
I never promised anybody before.

[Francis puts on a record]

Dale:
Francis, who is that playing?

Francis:
Who is playing? It's you. You just made a record.

Dale:
Not bad.

Dale:
Dale's cool.

Dale:
It's funny how the world is inside of nothing. I mean you have your heart and soul inside of you. Babies are inside of their mothers. Fish are out there... in the water. But the world... is inside of nothing. I don't know if I like this or not, but you'd better write it down.

Goodley:
I prefer New York. New York for me, the music is better. That's 'cos it's tougher - there's tougher things going on here, you know, and that's because there's tougher people here. It's not for everybody, New York, you know what I mean?

Dale:
S.O.S. Same old sh*t.

Francis:
Dale, you were happy in Paris?

Dale:
[long pause] Very pretty town.

Dale:
You know, Lady Francis, there's not enough kindness in the world.

Eddie Wayne:
We would like to open with a tribute to a great jazz musician, a man who died a few years ago. He passed away ahead of us, but he was always doing things... ahead of us. He wrote a song just before he died that we'd like to perform tonight for you. His name is Dale Turner.

Dale:
I hope, Lady Francis, that we live long enough to see an avenue named after Charlie Parker, a Lester Young Park, a Duke Ellington Square. And even, a street named Dale Turner.

Dale:
Aimez-vous basketball?

Dale:
Listen to that, Francis. The swing bands used to be all straight tonics seventh chords. And then, with the Basie band I heard Lester Young and he sounded like he came out of the blue. Because he was playing all the color tones the sixths and the ninths and major sevenths. You know, like Debussy and Ravel. Then Charlie Parker came on and he began to expand and he went into elevenths and thirteenths and flat fives. Luckily, I was going in the same direction already. You just don't go out and pick a style off a tree one day. The tree is inside you growing naturally.

Dale:
Hey, Lady Francis!