"By the time I was 7, I could tell the difference between a Holiday Inn and a Howard Johnson's just by the smell." "They smell different?" "Oh yeah." "What smells different?" "Dr. Allen can smell the difference between hotels because of her dad." "Oh, your dad's a bellhop?" "Jazz guitarist." "Oh." "It's hard to impress a guy whose father established the reign of Greek gods and pulled his sister from his head." "Oh, boning up on your mythology are we?" "Zeus was my grandfather, Mars was my father, the god of war." "Hey, Buddy, Where's my Alabama Slammer?" "Uh, somewhere south of mobile." "I don't know." "Uh, 1/4 ounce vodka, 1/2 ounce Southern Comfort, 1/4 Ammaretto and a teensy splash of Grand Mariner." "Wow." "How'd you know that?" "Jazz guitarist, bars, daughter of a Jazz guitarist." "Flaming flamingo." "Grenadine, Creme de Menthe, uh Cointreau, Cognac." "That's beginner's luck." "Slippery Nipple." "Anisette, Peppermint Schnapps, and Bailey's." "See, now that was a yes or no question." "When will your father be in town?" "Tomorrow." "Sex on the beach?" "Not tonight, thanks." "I'm back to quizzing you on exotic cocktails." "Forgive me." "Is he famous?" "Well, other players know him, but he never really hit it big." "Was your mom, like, some rabid jazz fan who fell in love with him through his music?" "Well, uh, she made him choose between us and his guitar when I was 13." "The guitar won." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Oh, no, no." "He's a great dad." "He--he would write all the time, spent a fortune on long distance phone calls, he sent me gifts from around the world, you know." "It was kinda neat, actually." "One thing I've always known, my father loves me." "A tankard of ale my good man." "Egad, Forsooth." "Would you like that libation with a mead chaser?" "Pitcher of margaritas there, Sport." "It is customary to doff one's hat in the presence of beautiful women." "I'm surprised he knew what 'doff' meant." "It is a graceless age." "El margarito magnificio, Tequilo horrificio, del wormo disgustido." "Sancho?" "You got me on that one." "Is that a Tom Collins made with Tequila?" "Sancho, is it really you my friend?" "You look good." "Have you lost weight?" "Yes, I've been cutting down on the carbs." "Uh..." "Look at that." "Look at delightful as that just was, I think there's some kind of horrific misunderstanding going on right here." "Sancho." "My long time companion." "Oh, I get it." "You're in the wrong bar, snacktime." "You're looking for Rump-Rangers, right down the street." "Oh, I know this story." "Are you drunk, Sancho?" "By no means." "Have your senses been scrambled by the evil Turks?" "I am your master." "Really?" "You are?" "How nice for you." "I've got it." "He's man of La Mancha." "Don Quixote." "Don Quixote, who is the inventor of Quixotic, which is actually once taco short of a combination platter." "I am dazzled by your lady's beauty." "Knock it off!" "All right, it's been fun, but it's time for you to just back off!" "One more twirl around the floor." "This is not 17th century Spain, and I'm not your poncho." "Of course not, you're Cupid, the god of love." "I am Don Quixote, knight errant." "Get lost." "Get Lost!" "Release her buttocks or you will feel my prick." "See, now, that kind of talk will just cause a guy to swing at you." "Sancho?" "Thank you for getting me out of that dungeon." "It was a psychiatric ward." "It was a foul dungeon, in which they tried to make me recant." "They were unsuccessful." "Who is this noble fellow?" "Uh, that's my father." "Is he a musician?" "Yes, but let's stick with you, okay?" "Do you remember any particular traumatic childhood experiences?" "Are all these titles yours?" "They're degrees." "Are you exalted enough to knight me?" "Why is being knighted so important to you?" "It is part of my quest." "Which quest?" "I dream the impossible dream." "I run where the brave dare not follow." "I fight for the right" "I actually know the rest." "No matter how hard." "That is my quest." "Don Quixote was a fictional character in a novel written by Miguel Cervantes in the 17th century." "Many men sing my praises." "A knight ignores all who flatter him." "This isn't a feudal empire ruled by tyrants." "The age of chivalry is behind us." "Chivalry is a code of honor and of high devotion." "It may fade, but it can never die." "Jaclyn, uh, as soon as Trevor gets here could you send him in?" "Yes." "Thanks." "Um, Dr. Allen?" "Yeah." "How can a guy who thinks he's Cupid help a guy who thinks he's Don Quixote?" "Well, when setting up a oppugnatory dissonance between the perceived ego and a second contingent modulatory ego, I hope the core delusion will fade." "Ok." "The man who thinks he's Don Quixote, thinks the man who thinks he's Cupid is Sancho Panza, now if the man who thinks he's Don" "Quixote can be made to think that the guy who thinks he's cupid is not Sancho Panza, maybe he'll stop thinking he's Don Quixote." "Oh.." "Did my dad call, by any chance?" "Um, not yet, but I like your jacket." "It's very fancy pancy." "Oh, this old thing?" "Just bought it." "Thank you." "The incredible edible Jacky." "Oh, Thank you." "Um, you have a black eye." "Yeah." "Occupational Hazard." "There is a new lab technician on the second floor." "Ignore the fact that his name is Melvin." "I probably think I need somebody wilder, crazy even." "Well, be careful what you wish for, you know what I'm saying?" "If you want to hunt the big game you need a big gun." "I have a BB gun." "You do?" "Yeah." "Excuse me." "Excuse me, guys. hey, hey, hey Trevor." "I need your help." "Really?" "Ok." "Lose the suit then." "You might want to go for something softer, leopard print." "You want to show a little bit of" "Sancho!" "Sing away sorrow, cast away care." "No, No, No, No kisses, no kisses." "Enough of the kisses." "Look at the kisses." "Dear Sancho." "Yeah." "My goodness, you keep getting thinner and thinner." " Can't help it." "Ah." "Remove my boots." "What?" "Do your duty, attend your master." "Trevor, Trevor..." "Trevor." "Ow!" "Sorry." "Sorry, sorry, sorry." "Look, Trevor if you could just convince Don Quixote there" "He's not Don Quixote." "He's a nut." "Ok, whatever he is if you could just convince him that you're not Sancho Panza, ok?" "I don't have time to convince people, I'm people I'm not." "I have a hard enough time convincing you I am who I am." "Look, the thing is, I don't want to commit him." "Ok, we found him a bed in a shelter, he's no danger to society." "I'm not society?" "Trevor, he has a better chance of recovering if he's out there in the real world which constantly challenges his delusions." "Ok, if you're trying to draw some parallel between me and Donny Q., ok, it's going way over my head." "Oh, there's a parallel, Trevor." "Look if this guy doesn't get better maybe the hospital board will rethink the wisdom of letting one of my other delusional patients run around free." "Oh, yeah." "Oh yeah, I'm talking about you." "Ok, look it would take me 5 minutes to convince those knobs that I am streetworthy, all right?" "I've done it before." "Excuse me, Dr. Allen, he would like one word." "Sancho, impertinent squire." "Look, if you could just spend a few minutes with him, ok?" "Ok, but, you know what " "Friend I've been lonely without your cheerful companionship." "Just convince him that you aren't Sancho Panza." "You know what" "See you later, Trevor." "I need a bath, Sancho." "Who doesn't?" "Make the water hot, lather my back." "You know what?" "I hereby resign as your cabana boy, okay?" "Please, Sancho, I need your help." "How else am I to find my true love?" "I need your help." "Excuse me, did you just say true love?" "Somewhere in the labyrinth of this city is a woman whose virtue and simple tenderness will set my world right." "I will not be complete without her." "Now there's a mission statement." "I seek my fair Dulcinea, and you are the only man to help me." "That's a fact." "It's kind of like my calling in life." "You did that again, didn't you?" "Before meeting my Dulcinea, I must be made a full knight." "By a king, preferably in a castle." "uh, oh, King, Don." "Uh, Don, this is King." "Ladies and Gentlemen, Don King." "Kind Don King." "Are you a great power amongst the Moors?" "I prefer the term "African American"" "Trevor?" "Yeah, uh, Don, Why don't you take a look around the castle and I will arrange your knighthood." "Ok, short version, this guy's a nutbag, ok?" "He thinks he's Don Quixote, and he wants me to help him find his Dulcinea, but first he has to be knighted." "What?" "What are you guys some cuckoo dynamic duo?" "Cupid and Don Quixote team up to fight crime?" "He thinks I'm Sancho Panza, his trusty footman." "Do you have any idea how aggravating that can be?" "Yeah, some." "I just need for you to knight him, then we go off and get him a date." "I need an easy win." "Absolutely not, and I want you to stop bringing your crazy friends by the house." "Careful, that's my Tony." "Forgive my earlier doubts, you must be a most excellent King to have garnered such a prize." "Well, it's only a student Tony but..." "My Lord." "Sancho, fetch my robe." "You are too slow." "Do not force me to take my fist to you." "That's right." "Thou scallion and villain, attend your master." "A scallion is a small onion..." "Sire." "As are you, Sancho." "I am ready, thou ebony sovereign potentate of the dusky Moors." "Mindful of your prowess on the fields, we are minded to make you a knight." "Dost thou swear fealty?" "I so swear to be ever be true, reverent, generous, and always be courteous." "In remembrance of oaths given and received, I dub thee, Sir Don Quixote." "Lord of la Mancha" "Excuse me, is this where I go to get my head shrunk?" "Actually, I think you want the witch doctor, down the hall." "Just stop when you hear the chickens squawking." "Well, is the witch doctor as cute as you?" "Of course not." "Come here." "How are you dad?" "Oh, it's so good to see you." "Yeah." "Hey, can I make ya a dinner tonight?" "Will your sweetheart be joining us?" "No, actually, Alex got a job in New York, so..." "Good, I got you all to myself." "And I've got some news on how long I'll be staying here in Chicago." "Did you get a long-term gig here in town or something?" "We shall talk about it at dinner, ok?" "Wait a minute, you're gonna stay with me, aren't you?" "Please?" "Honey, I can get a hotel room" "No, you can't." "Dad, we never spend time together." "Please, please, please." "If you're gonna play tricky psychological head games on me..ok." "Good." "Ok, you can leave your bag here." "Take your guitar, and um about 8:00 for dinner?" "8:00." "See you then, Honey." "Ok, Bye." "Ok." "Um, Dr. Allen..." "Yeah." "Your dad's a hottie." "Her?" "Uh-uh" "Her?" "Uh-uh" "Her, right there?" "Uh-uh." "Her?" "Uh-uh" "Her?" "Uh-uh" "Her?" "Uh-uh" "All right, we need a prototype here." "Tall, short, fat, skinny, old, young, human troglodyte." "What hoists thee old rod of crotchet?" "What sharpens the saber?" "Shush, Sancho." "What corks the bat?" "Silence!" "Does this chivalric code say something about slurping?" "Everyone must know his place:" "I am a great knight, you are a wretched dog's body." "Thank you." "Whoa!" "watch it." "I'm walking here!" "Hey watch it!" "What are you blind?" "After you." "Dulcinea." "Love ya too." "My Dulcinea." "What are you doing?" "What do you mean, what am I doing?" "I'm walking." "You were due here at 11:00." "So what?" "Are you certain?" "The grace, the purity... the innocence, how can you doubt me Sancho?" "No, No, hold on" "Dulcinea, wait my love." "That's a big word, Jimmy." "Dulcinea, wait." "You can't just yell things at women on the streets." "A dangerous alley, a thug, a defenseless virgin." "Hold on, how about this:" "It is unseemly for a knight to approach his lady unannounced." "'Tis true." "I have forgotten myself." "Ok, so I'll tell you what." "I'll make the initial move, alright?" "Indeed." "And shower her with gifts." "Shower her with gifts...." "Look at that." "That's gonna knock her off her feet." "And remember to speak to her in a poetic, lofty voice." "Not in the rustic grunts of your peasant forbears." "Alright, I'm gonna go over there and talk to her." "You wait here." "Don't talk to anyone." "Hey, that woman you were with, did she come in here by any chance?" "Front door." "Get lost, chucklehead." "Ow." "Ow." "Thanks." "Man, this place is worse than Plato's retreat." "I'm talking the original." "Where did my love agree to meet you?" "Uh, well, let's" "Hi." "Hello." "Why don't you come over here and imbibe a frosty tankard of ale?" "And I will take care of everything, Ok." "And now a special treat." "In an exclusive engagement, Sultry Miss Mona Lovesong." "Sancho." "Sancho!" "Sit down, Bozo." "Excuse me, Miss Lovesong, is it?" "Can we chat?" "You wanna chat, let's see some green." "My friend, sitting right over there, loves you." "He's in love with you." "Isn't that sweet." "No, seriously, he's not like the rest of the stiffs here, no pun intended." "We're talking split-level ranch house, golden retriever puppy, minivan in the driveway." "Make you a real hearty soup, that kind of a thing." "Hey, man, you remember me?" "I host" "Tuesday Night Fondue club with your wife." "You do have a nice job there." "Why don't we cut right to it, ok?" "You don't seem like one of those I'm-an-artistic-exotic-dancer types." "What is it going to take for you to be with my friend, all right?" "I know the game, why don't we talk presidents here?" "Jackson, Jefferson, Grant, the whole situation." "I've got uh" " I've got four lincolns here." "I got it." "You're getting married again." "What?" "No, Negative, negative." "No, after 3?" "uh-uh, weddings are just sad." "You're getting back together with mom?" "Well, not that I wouldn't jump at the chance, but don't you think that Wilson" "Nelson" "Would object to someone else marrying his wife?" "I don't know." "Nelson's a pretty big jazz fan." "Oh, yeah, I know." "He loves Guy Lombardo." "All right, look dad." "We've had dinner, we've had dessert, we've had coffee." "You still haven't told me your big news." "Give it up Pops, huh?" "Sweet Sorrow." "Yeah." "They're offering me a gig." "That New Orleans' label?" "Yeah, but no, It's not a gig, really." "I'd be signing new talent out of the clubs, you know, putting artists together with the producers." "It's a straight job." "Well, that's wonderful." "Well, the uh, wonderful part about it is that they want me to be based in Chicago." "Wait a minute." "So you'd-- you'd live here?" "But, you know, I hear that Ellis Marsalis is looking for a guitar player." "It'd mean a world tour." "You know, Dad, You can stay here until we find you a place of your own." "Yeah, well, I'm thinking." "This job would give us a chance to make up for..." "You are gonna love Chicago, Dad." "And Sweet Sorrow's a really good label." "I know, it's the finest." "It's hip, it's hot, it's happening." "Just like my dad." "Yeah." "Did you tell her of the years I spent searching for her?" "Of my honorable heart?" "Of the great deeds of my past?" "We tried to talk history." "We only got as far as the Lincoln administration." "Listen, we'll continue our search again tomorrow." "We most certainly will not." "Dulcinea's here." "Our search is complete." "You know, it's my understanding that most of these stripp-- dancers, are lesbian." "I do not care from which far-off island she hails." "She is my only heart." "You're gonna freeze out here, Donny." "Ahh, my love will keep me warm." "Be off with you," "Sancho, good servant." "I shall stand vigil alone." "Think about it." "Come here." "Does this look like your woman of virtue and simple tenderness?" "You know what the problem with the world is today?" "Mostly that I'm living in it." "Everyone sees only what is there." "No one sees what could be." "No one believes anymore." "Fair lady, a moment" "Okay back off, I've got mace and worse in here." "Wait, one second, he just wants to talk with you." "Look, look, look, I'll be on stage 11 o'clock tomorrow morning." "You bring your 10 bucks you get a little jiggle with your chat." "We'll be there tomorrow morning and every other morning with our 10 bucks." "You dance like foam on the sea, like sun after rain, like morning after night, like love after loneliness." "Like an angel." "He's a lot nicer than you." "If my manservant was rude to you, say the word and I shall beat him." "How about I just say I'm sorry?" "I'd go for the beating." "Ow!" "I put no sting in it Sancho, count yourself lucky." "We shall accompany you to your villa." "Hah." "Ok." "Well, I've had a few men fight over me before, but that's a first." "Smacking somebody for barely 'nuthing." "I would smack the devil himself for you, Dulcinea." "What's that? "Dulcinea"?" "Yeah, it's Spanish for "Sweetie Pie"" "May I rhapsodize over your eyes?" "With most customers, I could have flaming walnuts in my eye sockets and they wouldn't notice." "Your voice is like honey and cream, like the golden glow on the ocean at sunset." "Look, you're really very adorable, but I got this policy" " I don't date customers." "May I point out" "Silence, Sancho!" "Yeah." "I am not a customer." "I am your beloved." "My noodle's been gnawing on something." "It makes no sense." "Really?" "Fixating on the popularity of Irish clog dancing again?" "Jazz musicians are cool, right?" "Live life to the fullest." "So I think that the only way that a hep cat would have such a stodgy daughter would be" "Hep cats aren't famously domestic." "My parents split when I was 13, my mom raised me." "Well, see, that makes sense, especially if your mom was a nun." "Was she?" "But we're getting a second chance." "Oh yeah?" "My dad's been offered a job in Chicago as a talent spotter for a record company." "Aw, that's too bad." "Putting the poor guy out to pasture, huh?" "Trevor, he's been on the road a long time." "He's earned this kind of reward." "This is a good thing." "Yeah, I've uh, signed him up with an apartment locator service." "And I got a line for a second hand car for him." "Oh, well, what about air bags?" "What about insurance?" "Hello?" "Hmm." "I have a session today with the man who believes he's Don Quixote." "I am hoping that you persuaded him that you're no Sancho Panza, like I asked?" "Actually, it's much better." "I found his Dulcinea." "The guy wants to find his lady love, you want me, Cupid, the god of love not to help him." "That's just naive." "Try to follow, ok?" "This is not about you." "He is deluded." "You are the central figure in that dillusion, if you can convince him that you are not the loyal servant-- then the entire dillusion will be called into question." "Sounds like it's a little about me." "Love heals, baby, that's a fact." "A psychologically unstable person is not equipped to form a normal, loving relationship." "Don't tell me, tell Lisa Marie Presley." "Ok, fine, you know what?" "You don't want to help, great." "Use your usual trick." "Excuse me?" "Find out his real name and spring it on him when he least expects it." "Really?" "You know what, I'm gonna do that, you know why?" "Why?" "Because names are very powerful, you see, and just because it didn't work on you" "No, it didn't work on me because my name is Cupid, though I'll answer to Eros when traveling in Europe." "Good Morrow." "Great morrow." "Finest kind of morrow, deluxe, top-of-the-line, red-letter morrow." "Your work here is done." "Why don't you go help an old lady cross the street?" "He's on a second date, don't screw it up." "A thousand pardons, Dr. Allen, but I lost track of time." "Ah, the truth is I was intoxicated." "Has alcohol been an issue for you in the past?" "Oh, not with wine, but with my sweet" "Dulcinea." "I found her again, thanks to Sancho." "Uh, the man who just left-- his name is Trevor Hale." "He's not Sancho Panza." "You are mistaken, Fair Lady." "And this Dulcinea is the one who kicked Trevor in the head?" "Sancho insulted the virgin's virtue." "Did she go by any other name before she answered to 'Dulcinea'?" "In order to dupe the Turks, she works incognito as Mona Lovesong in a merry little inn called The Cherry Orchard." "She performs there." "She dances upon a maypole like a fairy." "So is this guru of jazzmatology gonna be able to tell me if Claire's father is a crocodile?" "A what?" "That's what jazz musicians call other jazz musicians when they're really good." "That'd be an alligator." "What do you care if he's any good." "Claire thinks that her dad's gonna give up a life of cool jazz and hot women to become a lukewarm talent scout." "If he's any kind of big lizard, it ain't gonna happen, and her heart is swamp bait." "And you got this from what, watching 'Man with a Horn'?" "My uncle is the god of music, so I'm on the inside track, you know?" "So why do you need my guy?" "Uncle Apollo hates jazz." "Mr. Clef has an encyclopedic knowledge of jazz but he can be a little oblique." "Oracles are all the same." "A straight answer from the one at Delphi?" "Forget about it." "He's very serious." "You gotta treat him with respect." "Ok." "No, don't just say 'Ok' you gotta treat him with more respect" " You know what?" "Treat him like he's a god." "Which god?" "A big, bad, don't-mess-with-me, thunderbolt-throwin' God." "Alright." "Mr. Clef?" "Hey, think they have and Backstreet Boys' albums here?" "Look, you keep talkin' like that I'm gonna take you outside and toss you in the street." "Mr. Clef?" "Mr. Clef?" "Whoa." "Mr. Clef, this is the guy I was telling you about." "He has some questions about a player." "What..." "Player?" "Uh.." "Bill Allen is his name." "He's a " "Guitar player." "Yeah." "Plays a '64 Epiphone Regent off a Deluxe." "Uh, did he put out any albums?" "Man played with some of the best, played with them at their worst, but he played with them." "That's a kayo, man." "That's a gasser." "Ok." "I was hopin' for more a yes or no communi" "Road is all uphill but that's where the music lives." "Wow." "Look at that." "Thank you, Mr. Clef." "Thank you." "We're finished here." "I don't" "$50." "Oh, no thanks, my entire collection's on CD." "50." "Here we go." "What a bargain." "Thank you." "Come on." "See his legs?" "Think he's part snake?" "So snake man says Bill Allen sucks, right?" "I think he was saying that he was good enough to play with the best, but not good enough to be one of them." "So, he's good." "Good enough, I think, Maybe, I" "I hate oracles." "Trevor." "A prostitute?" "A stripper." "Not everyone can make $150 messing with peoples' heads." "I don't make 150 an hour." "I wasn't talking about you." "You were playing with the emotions of a fragile man." "He is not equipped to handle rejection." "Why are you so sure he's gonna face rejection?" "Do you honestly think you can find a woman who would fall in love with a man who thinks he's Don Quixote?" "It's an ugly sight, isn't it?" "Whores and lunatics?" "How much did you pay her?" "It's not about commerce." "It's about love." "You waited up." "I was too excited to sleep." "Did they offer you the job?" "Well, you know those jazz guys." "There's a whole lot of improvising around the chord changes without ever going towards the melody." "I know the tendency, yes." "Now, what they want to know is, if they offer me the job will I take it." "Oh!" "Good!" "Just be cool." "I told them I would give them an answer after I thought about it." "Oh." "My dad, the cunning negotiator." "Yeah." "Hey, I've got some rental lists I thought we could go over." "Now, I'm thinking, somewhere close by so we can have Sunday breakfasts together." "Look, I'm " " I'm a little bushed." "I really got to get a good night's sleep, honey." "This from the man who hasn't seen daylight in 30 years." "Well, I've got to be sharp when I see those guys tomorrow." "Practice up for the 9 to 5." "Oh, yeah." "Good night." "See you in the morning." "Having you here's gonna be great, Dad." "It's gonna be great." "I mean, I would've gone further, you know, in ballet..." "except my mom wouldn't pay for the shoes, and you can't get anywhere without the right shoes, you know?" "A crime, a sin against art." "You fuel my courage against a legion of dragons." "Hmm." "So now you're gonna fight dragons for me, huh?" "You aspect is gentle.. your lines sublime." "You are the lark at my gate." "My eternal summer, my silver fountain... my lady sweet.. and sublime." "She's none of that, dipwad." "Silence, Lout." "She's a third-rate stripper in a fifth-rate joint, she's that close to hooking'." "Let's go." "Come on." "You will rue this day, blackheart." "Leprous, scabrous oaf." "Nice talk." "What are you gonna marry this geek?" "No, no, he's just a customer." "He doesn't mean anything to me, Jimmy." "Just come on now, leave him alone." "Jimmy!" "Jeez" "Open, loon!" "You pig-assed dog." "You... dog-assed pig." "I shall thrash your poxy face." "Open, I say." "Go away or I'm gonna hurt you." "Where is my fair Dulcinea?" "She doesn't consort with customers and she doesn't want to see you." "I am Don Quixote de la Mancha." "Take me to her, or we shall joust." "I was hoping you'd say that." "Dr. Allen, Cupid is -- um Trevor's here to see you." "I'm with a patient." "What makes the handle "Trevor Hale" any better than "Cupid"?" "Because it's a human name instead of an answer on" "Classical Jeopardy." "I'll just be one minute, ok." "I am with a patient." "Going great too, huh?" "I can't find DQ." "Missing persons made a match this morning." "His name is Robert" "Cunningham." "Perhaps he spent the night with the lovely Miss Mona Lovesong?" "No way." "He has this very big no-no against premarital belly bumping." "It'd do him good to get a little Canterbury tail but it's against the code." "Can you-- can you go find him please?" "What's wrong with Robert Cunningham by the way?" "Except for the fact that he thinks he's a fictional Spainard?" "His wife was killed by a drunk driver." "And that made him crack?" "He was the drunk driver." "You want to come?" "I'm with a patient." "Ok." "All right" "Come in." "I hope they don't test those products on animals." "Hey, Sancho." "I test 'em on animals everyday, a matinee and three shows." "Yes, you do." "Ahem." "You didn't bring..." "Don with ya, did ya?" "I was kinda hoping you could tell me where he was." "Look, I never said I was any kind of virgin." "I never made no promises." "I.." "just listened to him sing." "Yeah." "Had a few laughs, that's it." "You dumped him, huh?" "He's crazy." "Puts kind of a crimp in our future." "Sure, he's a little eccentric, but that's because he lives to serve all these higher principals which are embodied in his lady love." "That's you." "Well, if you look at my resume you won't find 'higher ideals' you'll find 'lap dancing'." "All I'm saying is just" "Look, Sancho." "It's a harsh world out there." "Yeah." "What's best is no illusions and no bull." "My name's not Sancho." "What's your real name?" "Baby, they call me Mona Lovesong, and if that's what they call me, who am I to argue?" "Sorry, psychiatric wards are restricted." "Uh, that's okay, I'm a higher power." "Yeah, well, the only higher power around here is an attending psych." "He's with me, Mike." "Thank you." "What happened?" "Oh, the inevitable, he tilted at a windmill and got hurt." "How bad?" "Cracked ribs, bruises, a few cuts but he'll mend." "So you committed him?" "I can't allow him to wander around the city challenging people to duels." "Why is he strapped?" "I know it's painful to see.." "but it's policy." "It's only when he's alone." "There's nothing I can do about it." "Ok?" "Come on." "Dear friends.. save yourselves." "The inquisition spares no one." "You're in a psychiatric hospital.. not a dungeon." "Sancho." "Flee this place, or they will lock you up, too." "Did I defeat the Turks?" "There are...no Turks." "There is no" "Dulcinea." "Your name is Robert Cunningham." "Madame!" "I am Don Quixote de la Mancha." "Governor of the Isle of Barataria!" "No, you're not." "Astride my trusty stead Rocinante, I scatter evildoers before me!" "My honor I hold dearer than I my life." "Tell her, Sancho." "His name is Robert Cunningham." "He needs our help." "Trevor, he needs your help." "I am a virtuous knight, and you are my loyal manservant." "Tell her, Sancho." "Sancho?" "Get well..." "Robert." "Get well." "Trevor, wait a minute." "I'm thinking the guy's heart's broken." "He's been beat up, okay?" "So, maybe, just maybe you can give him a couple of days before you scramble his eggs." "We have to take any opportunity we can for a breakthrough." "You--you were the one that said out in the real world that he could be useful." "If he stays here he'll sit in a corner and drool." "Who are we talking about?" "The great truth that you want this guy to wrap his mind around is that he killed his wife, and you actually think that's better than--than thinking he's a great knight who rights the wrongs wherever he goes?" "Yes." "So there's no situation in which a delusion is preferable to what you mortals call reality?" "None." "Trevor, and that goes for whatever horror you lived through as well." "Good luck, Claire." ""No Delusions"-- that's a philosophy that's not so easy to live by." "Are you gonna let me outta here?" "I'd prefer you stayed." "What?" "You've got an opening in electric shock?" "Two for one?" "Don Quixote and Cupid?" "If you just sit with him, I don't have to strap him down again." "Dulcinea." "My lovely Dulcinea." "Yeah." "That name's as good as any I guess." "Ooh." "What'd they do to you?" "Ah, you forget Dulcinea, I am a fighting man." "And the world's full of bandits and rogues, right?" "When I am well... we shall be married by the cardinal of Madrid." "We shall return to my vineyards on the Isle of Barataria, where we shall sip chilled wine in the olive grooves, servants will fetch you whatever you desire." "And at night.." "I will come to your chamber and we will make love and sleep in each other's arms." "Oh we will be so happy." "I guess I could love you, given the world was a different kind of place." "But it's not." "Guy's like you end up in the loony bin." "Girls like me end up somewhere worse." "We can overcome all misfortunes." "I've spent too many years... bein' nothing more than a fantasy, but you know what?" "My name is Mary Jean Rollins!" "That's who I am underneath all this crap!" "Plain old Mary Jean Rollins!" "I truly hope you find your Dulcinea out there." "Mary Jean!" "I will get better." "I will not be in this dunge-- hospital, forever." "Then you come find me, Robert." "I think I'd like that." ""Live at the Blue Note, August 15, 1974." "Joey Barron," "Ron Carter, Don Cherry.." "Paul Bley.. and Bill Allen." "This is a really rare recording." "Yeah." "Yeah it is." "The apex of his life." "Top of his game." "As good as it got." "I wanted you to have it." "Thank you." "Sure." "Great." "Great, great." "Guys." "Uh.. you were right about Don Quixote." "Robert..." "Cunningham." "I am an expert on delusions, right?" "Well, how was I?" "Ohh." "Huh?" "Brilliant, as always." "Ah." "I, uh, I checked out that list of apartments that you set up for me." "Uh, did you see anything you liked?" "Yeah." "There was... there was one apartment on Division" "Street." "It's close enough for Sunday morning breakfasts." "So, are you gonna take the job?" "Abso-damn-lutely." "You and me have a.." "lot of years to make up." "Your dad.. the father." "Mmm." "Oh.. it's just..." "What is it, honey?" "Watching you up there, I.." "I just.. think you're a player.." "Dad." "Honey, that's beautiful. but.." "look, I got no records, I mean.. nobody.." "nobody records my music." "There's no royalties coming in." "I'm a journeyman." "Pretty good company you keep." "Legends, I'd say." "Oh man." "Wow. 1974." "Don, Joey, Ron." "You see guys like that.. they make you sound better than you are." "Hmm." "My dad, the working musician." "My dad, the road warrior." "My dad, the jazz man." "Ho..." "Are--are you making a point here?" "I don't think you're a talent scout.." "or a liaison, I " " I think you're one of them." "Oh." "Honey, listen." "I gotta" "I know, I know." "My dad, the demon fingers." "Go play." "I guess when it comes to quashing delusions, it's do as I say, not as I do." "I am getting rid of delusions, Trevor." "Ah." "I'm getting rid of my own." "Uh, this is an original." "And it's called "Breakfast with Claire"" "That's nice, isn't it?" "Yeah." "It's beautiful."