Northern Exposure (1990–1995)
Chris Stevens: There's a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there's a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain't no either-or proposition. We're talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can't hide. My experience? Face the darkness. Stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Yesterday he was a beauty. Today he's a dead animal in the back of a truck.
[Chris muses and reads from "The Tempest", Act IV]
Chris Stevens: In dreams begin responsibilities, so wrote the poet. So it is perhaps. Could it be we take our dreams too lightly, those images from places unknown? Could they in fact be angels in flight, our souls aloft? You know, recent experiences have made yours truly take another pass through the metaphysical thickets. As unlikely as it may sound in this rational age, I emerged on the side of those that cannot help but put their faith in that which cannot be easily explained. Be open to your dreams people. Embrace that distant shore. Cause our mortal journey is over all too soon. "Those cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples. The great globe itself. Yea all which you inherit shall dissolve and like this insubstantial pageant faded. Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with asleep."
Chris Stevens: Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon.
Chris Stevens: Greetings, Cicely, on this most exceedingly beautiful spring morning. A morning swollen with new life, a morning on which, if I had the voice, I would let loose with song. It's hard to believe just a few short weeks ago we were eating our cornflakes in the wintry dark. Now, well it's still kind of dim our there, but I can see the golden glow of Apollo's chariot waiting in the wings, about to make its entrance. Winter's on the lam, no doubt.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Chris is ordained?
Maggie: He answered a classified on the back of Rolling Stone.
Adam: I'm sure everyone here is fascinated to hear more pop psychiatry from number fifty-four in his class at Columbia Med.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I have an assistant here who thinks it's unnecessary to take names. She'd rather run my office like a delicatessen.
Marilyn Whirlwind: It's the same with white people. They cleared the forest, they dug up the land, and they gave us the flu. But they also brought power tools and penicillin and Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
Chris Stevens: Rain usually makes me feel mellow: curl up in a corner time, slow down, smell the furniture. Today... it just makes me feel wet. What is it about owning things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become such jerks when we do? We've all been there, you know: we want something; we own it; and by owning it we change it. When you finally win that girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is try to change her. That little thing she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes, the way she chews her gum. Until eventually, what you like, what you don't like and what you change all merges into one. Like a watercolor in the rain.
Chris Stevens: It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.
Chris Stevens: Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Maurice Minnifield: Do you know what the motto of the state of Alaska is, Joel?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: "If it ain't broke, don't fix it"?
Maurice Minnifield: Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like, Holling?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: The only consequence of all this will be, that whenever I open a nice Bordeaux, there will be the distant, distasteful memory of a nutcase who tried to kill me because I allowed her to kiss me on the cheek under false pretenses. I can live with it.
Chris Stevens: Season's Greetings, everybody, from KBHR, the heart and soul of Cicely, Alaska. This is Chris In The Morning. From where I'm sitting, I've got a great view of all the yuletide decorations going up all over town. That's right, everywhere I turn my head I see ebony birds roosting for the holidays. You know, twinkling colored lights are nice, and so are plastic Santas and reindeers and manger scenes, but I'll tell you something, friends... nothing like the sight of beautiful black-as-pitch raven to get you in the Christmas spirit.
Maurice Minnifield: I understand the suicide rate goes up dramatically around Christmastime.
Chris Stevens: Yeah, well, you know, it's a stressful time of the year for most people, Maurice.
Maurice Minnifield: Yeah. The thing is, you go through the rest of the year fine. You've got your friends, you've got your business, you're part of the community. And then, 'round the middle of December, if you're alone, you start to feel like an outsider.
[Joel on chess]
Dr. Joel Fleischman: This is considered a spectator sport? I've had more fun watching slush melt.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: This guy couldn't tell the difference between a migraine and a subdural hematoma!
[Joel reads about a classmate in posh circumstances]
Chris Stevens: People notice things about their significant other they don't like all the time - the way they chew their food or clip their toenails - it's a necessary part of a real relationship. Personally, I'm not into that, but lot's of folks seem to get over the hump and keep fueling the domestic fires. On the other hand, for me, when I begin to see flaws, chinks in the romantic armor, it's a foreshadowing - a sure sign, you know, that love's about to skip out the back door. Adios. Finito, benito.
Chris Stevens: I can see how that can be a problem. You know, it's like Jung says, "The unconscious is revealed through the imagery of our dreams, which express our innermost fears and our desires."
Bernard Stevens: Jung said that?
Chris Stevens: Yeah, I think it was Jung. Or maybe Vincent Price.
Maurice Minnifield: I know black people. I've been around black people, and I know how they talk. The say "thang" instead of "thing." They say "ax," "I ax you this, brother, I ax you that." Now, you don't say "ax." Neither does Colin Powell and that, that Denzel fellow.
Ed Chigliak: Sometimes, Chris, you've just got to know when to cut your losses. Take Joel Silver. He would have been much better off if he had just pulled the plug on Hudson Hawk.
Maurice Minnifield: Tell him that Dr. Fleischman is the kind of enterprising, young professional who's chosen to stake his claim right here on the banks of the Alaskan Riviera.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Tell him I'm being held against my will.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I'll make you a deal. I'll give you a complete physical, head to toe, then you leave and never darken my doorstep again.
Eve: Blood gasses?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Blood gasses.
Eve: Cholesterol infraction?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I'll even throw in an EEG.
Holling Gustaf Vincoeur: What a time we had; splashed through bogs, ate like hogs, slept like logs.
Marilyn Whirlwind: The richest man is the guy who has nothing.
[describing her mom]
Maggie: First she ruins my life. And then she ruins my LIFE!
Shelly Tambo Vincoeur: This shower's just got to be the most totally, perfect, bitchin' thing. I mean, a babe, you know, she spends her whole life just waiting for this. The big M. Holy matrimony. When you're a little kid, you watch everybody's older sister get hitched and you think, GOD when is it going to be my turn? When am I going to get to walk down that aisle? Be queen for a day. Everybody saying how hot you look and your mom crying. And your squeeze standing there in a powder blue tux looking all cute and scared. And then those words. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Maggie: So what do I do? Only go out with guys that I'd like to see dead?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: She gave me a goat? A nice bottle of wine I'd understand. A box of chocolates, a Rolex. What do I want with a goat? Milk.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I'm not a vanishing breed.
Ed Chigliak: Well, you're Jewish. That's pretty rare.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Life here is so elemental. So real. Without the interference of civilization you can really experience things like... silence. Silence and darkness in its purity. Right now, right outside my window all I can see is a black void. Endless darkness. It's totally exhilarating, and I feel very lucky to be here. Very, very lucky.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: What kind of a person would abandon a baby like this?
Ed Chigliak: Oh, my parents.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Oh yeah. Right. Sorry.
Adam: I'm a man, Fleischman. We are born with an image of woman imprinted on our psyches. We spend our whole lives searching for the embodiment of that female archetype. And there she sits! In the flesh! You tell me what man could resist the fantasy of having her as his wife?
[on a gift from his son]
Maurice Minnifield: That's Kim Chee. That's Korean cabbage. Smells like an old pair of gym shoes.
Maurice Minnifield: Barbara, I owe you an apology. I've been trying to turn you into something you're not. You're no gentle lady. You're a warrior. That's what attracted me. That's what attracts me now.
Chris Stevens: I'm the teflon kid. Dozens of chicks, nothing sticks.
[Shelly and her ex are slow dancing - he has a cheeseburger in one hand]
Maurice Minnifield: Holling? Who's the kid? Why is he smearing ketchup all over Shelly's ass?
[Ed and Joel are looking for Maggie in the wilderness]
Ed Chigliak: There, her jacket.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Well, now what?
Ed Chigliak: [pointing] Well, I think she went this way.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: You do?
Ed Chigliak: Yep, see there where that twig snapped? And there's a footprint.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Huh. You can track? Alright! You learn that or were you born that way?
Ed Chigliak: Beats me.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: [picking up a book from Adam's kitchen table] "The California Cookbook?"
Adam: [becomes upset] You wanna die? Is that what you want?
Ed Chigliak: Somebody stole Dr. Fleischman's radio.
Marilyn Whirlwind: White people. They get crazy.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Yeah I'm upset. Ya wanna know why, Ed? I'll tell you. As a physician, I realize that sexual release is not crucial to survival, say like water or oxygen. But when a healthy 28-year-old male is deprived of that release, he has an awful hard time enjoying his survival.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: [Joel's postcard to Maggie] New York is a state of mind.
Chris Stevens: Today, a belated apology to the much maligned Chicken Little. It turns out you were right - the sky is falling. The National Space Administration informs us that Uncle Sam's Com-Sat 4 satellite is in a rapidly decaying orbit. That's their way of saying a ton of angry space trash is heading back home at fifteen thousand miles an hour. What does that make me think of? Makes me think of a triceratops, innocently munching a palm frond when out of the sky, whammo, a meteor sucker punches old mother Earth. Next thing you know, that triceratops, along with a hundred and seventy-five million years of dinosaur evolution, is nothing but history. To that unsung triceratops and all its kin, here's a song for you...
Maurice Minnifield: You know that's the nature of a family holiday, to make a single man feel disenfranchised. You're made to feel like a hungry vagrant with your nose pressed up against a window staring at somebody else's dinner.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I don't like it! I hate it, and I demand to leave!... Well that is because you are not the one who is supposed to spend the next 4 years of his life in this Godforsaken hole in the wall, pigsty with a bunch of dirty, psychotic rednecks!
Maggie: The odds are a thousand to one - why would you be the one in a thousand? This is ridiculous - you're not that special.
Pete Gilliam: So what we've decided to do is set you up in Cicely, situated in an area that we Alaskans refer to as The Alaskan Riviera.
Maurice Minnifield: This is Cicely. She and Roslyn founded the town 97 years ago. Rumor and innuendo notwithstanding, they were just good friends.
Chris Stevens: They say dreams are the windows of the soul - take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.
[to Jules, on changing identites for a day]
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I'm very happy with myself. I have no need to go slumming in your persona.
Maurice Minnifield: As far as I'm concerned, after 100 years, carrion becomes memorabilia.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: I mean don't get me wrong! I don't believe in blind obedience to the law! In my time, I've ignored stop signs, I've jaywalked, I've had open fires on Jones Beach. But this... this is the U.S. Mail. And since I was old enough to lick a stamp, I was taught that it's a sin to so much as to hold someone's letter up to the light! I was inculcated with the sanctity, the inviolability of the mail.
[Shelly sees her skin peeling]
Shelly Tambo Vincoeur: God! What's happening to me? I look like Swamp Thing!
[Leonard explains the dancers to Shelly]
Leonard: And clearly, to you, as to many people, life is a dance. And for that, you need a partner. A husband.
Shelly Tambo Vincoeur: And we're going to have this transitory cow fling thing right here in Cicely?
[Maurice is awakened by an excited Ed]
Maurice Minnifield: Ed, do you have any idea what time it is?
Ed Chigliak: Late?
Maurice Minnifield: Yeah, it's late!
Ed Chigliak: Pete... I think you should know that I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm...
Pete Gilliam: You're what, Ed?
Ed Chigliak: Uh, kind of thirsty.
Maurice Minnifield: It's way beyond me how a grown man could pee his pants over a chickadee that's common over half the Russian speaking world. Look at yourself, Holling. You used to go out and kill things. Now you're bivouacking with an old woman and a zoom lens.
Chris Stevens: You know what they say - life throws you a gutter ball, you got to slap on the old rosin bag and step up to the line.
Chris Stevens: Joel, the concept of random death in an indifferent world is one thing, but to be the instrument of that death? A dogkiller?... I don't suppose you'd tell the owners?
Brad: Are you in detox?