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?