WKRP in Cincinnati (TV Series)
The Patter of Little Feet (1979)
Gordon Jump: Arthur Carlson
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Quotes
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Andy Travis : Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You're going to fly to Miami... you're going to change planes into a small, dangerous little craft... fly through the Bermuda Triangle with a pilot that does not speak English... rent a boat, hire a guide. Now how much are you into this thing for? About five-thousand dollars?
Arthur Carlson : Yeah, about.
Andy Travis : Just to catch this fish and then let it go?
Arthur Carlson : Yeah.
Andy Travis : That's got to be fun.
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Jennifer Marlowe : I bet you're just so excited about your trip.
Carmen Carlson : [sincerely] Bone fishing. Oh well, Arthur enjoys it so.
Arthur Carlson : Well, you do too.
Carmen Carlson : [quickly to show that she does] Oh, I do!
Arthur Carlson : You sure?
Carmen Carlson : Sure, I'm sure.
Arthur Carlson : Sure?
Carmen Carlson : Sure!
Arthur Carlson : [satisfied] Ahh.
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Arthur Carlson : [about Carmen's pregnancy] When do you suppose it happened?
Carmen Carlson : Dr. Levin says four weeks ago.
Arthur Carlson : [sitting down and rifling through his day timer] Four weeks ago... four, four weeks... I bet it was Tuesday night after the Kiwanis dance. Sure were beautiful in that blue dress.
Carmen Carlson : Maybe it was that night Anson Williams hosted the Tonight Show.
Arthur Carlson : [pointing in his day timer] No, it was Friday night, remember? Right after we came back from seeing Superman.
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[Venus has no idea Mrs. Carlson is pregnant]
Arthur Carlson : Have any idea how old my wife is?
Venus Flytrap : [looking at Mr. Carlson confused] Beg your pardon?
Arthur Carlson : I'd sure like to have... have a girl, Venus.
Venus Flytrap : Mm-hm. We all would, Mr. Carlson.
Arthur Carlson : Course, you know, a boy would be nice, too.
Venus Flytrap : [giving Mr. Carlson a perplexed look] Pardon me?
Arthur Carlson : Why, I mean, I'd prefer a girl, but I, I'd take a boy. I don't care. How about you?
Venus Flytrap : [concerned as Mr. Carlson has place his arm around Venus' back with his hand on Venus' shoulder] Uh, girl.
Arthur Carlson : Yeah, you see, uh, I, I'm not that fussy.
Venus Flytrap : Apparently not.
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Arthur Carlson : Then, there's your age.
Carmen Carlson : Well, I'm not exactly over the hill yet.
Arthur Carlson : Well, no, no, but Carmen, you're old.
Carmen Carlson : [giving Arthur a surprised look] Now wait a minute, Arthur...
Arthur Carlson : Well, yeah, I don't mean exactly, but old, but you're getting up there.
Carmen Carlson : [pushing him in the stomach] Now look, tubby...
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Carmen Carlson : [angrily] You always think of me first.
Arthur Carlson : [slamming his hand on his desk] I do not!
Carmen Carlson : Yes, you do.
Arthur Carlson : Well, you're just as bad. The only reason you want the baby is because you know I want it.
Carmen Carlson : [yelling] Wrong! Why don't you just, for once, think of yourself first.
Arthur Carlson : [yelling back] Well, it's just like you. All you ever think about is me.
Carmen Carlson : Just for once, be selfish!
Arthur Carlson : [slamming his hand on his desk again] I will!
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Herb Tarlek : [fed up with the whole day] That's it for me, pal!
[shoves his pencil tower work of art he'd been working on all afternoon into wastepaper basket]
Herb Tarlek : Boom!
[rises]
Herb Tarlek : I'm bushed! It's in your hands, Nessman!
[stretches, about to leave]
Herb Tarlek : Oh, hey, Big Guy! How's the boy,
[playful mock punch]
Herb Tarlek : how's the guy,
[another playful mock punch]
Herb Tarlek : how's the man, how's the stud?
[another playful mock punch]
Arthur Carlson : Go home, Herb.
Herb Tarlek : Exactly. My thinking exactly. Night, Bailey.
Bailey Quarters : Night, Herb.
[rises from behind desk as Herb finally leaves]
Bailey Quarters : Uh, Mr. Carlson?
[no response]
Bailey Quarters : Uh, Mr. Carlson?
[pats him on the shoulder, chuckles, at last gets noticed]
Bailey Quarters : I just want to say that I'm very happy...
Arthur Carlson : [absentmindedly] Oh, good, Bailey.
Bailey Quarters : No, I just want to say that I'm very happy for you
[sweetly:]
Bailey Quarters : and Mrs. Carlson...
[chuckles]
Arthur Carlson : Oh, thanks.
Bailey Quarters : You're welcome.
[snickers]
Bailey Quarters : Good night. Good night, Les. See you later.
[busy scribbling at his desk, he just nods, head remaining down]
Bailey Quarters : Well, have a very... pleasant evening, everybody!
[to herself as she retreats:]
Bailey Quarters : Okay, Bailey, uh, see you later! Okay, great... All right! Get out of here! Fine!
[slings jacket over shoulder, out the door]