The Ray Bradbury Theater (TV Series)

The Pedestrian (1989)

David Ogden Stiers: Leonard Mead

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Quotes 

• Voice : Mead. Profession?

  Leonard Mead : I guess you'd say a writer.

  Voice : No guesses accepted. Profession?

  Leonard Mead : Writer.

  Voice : No profession.

• Leonard Mead : See, the houses are dark. Our cities are haunted.

  Donald Stockwell : Haunted?

  Leonard Mead : By the ghost machines. Think. Ninety percent of the actors we see on our TV screens have been dead 40 years.

  Donald Stockwell : Yes.

  Leonard Mead : Our telephone are haunted, too.

  Donald Stockwell : Yes, yes. Why you can't get ahold of a real person if you want one.

  Leonard Mead : Right.

  Donald Stockwell : They're all old tape voices that...

  Leonard Mead : Give out the weather, the time.

  Donald Stockwell : Voices.

  Leonard Mead : Immortal, now. Giving out wrong numbers forever.

• Leonard Mead : Life's a rocket today. So far, so fast, we've no time to see the dust from which we sprang.

  Donald Stockwell : Wait, you're drunk.

  Leonard Mead : The more I walk, the drunker I get.

• Donald Stockwell : People once used these sidewalks a lot.

  Leonard Mead : Yes. People strolled along on Sunday afternoons. Or beyond the hills in timeless time on paths, boardwalks, or cement. But once, oh yes, people idled by rivers and said things that later made easy lazing books and chewed grass.

• Voice : Mr. Mead, are you married?

  Leonard Mead : Nobody wanted me.

• Leonard Mead : The streets look like a chessboard, just waiting for us to make our move.

• Voice : What are you doing out?

  Leonard Mead : Walking.

  Voice : Walking?

  Leonard Mead : Just... walking

  Voice : Walking where?

  Leonard Mead : Nowhere.

  Voice : No such destination.

  Leonard Mead : Nowhere is a very fine destination.

• Leonard Mead : [describing his friend's TV]  The head of the Medusa. Lies in my parlor and stares. My friends, frozen statues, numbed by the Medusa's glare. Radiant fuzz collects in our ears while this new god paints life on our eyes. Incredible song, new dwelling of the Keystone Cop. Cathedral of the demi-divine, pint-sized

• Donald Stockwell : Len! What's it like out there at night?

  Leonard Mead : Well, the air is sweet. it's deep autumn, you know. Good wind. Leaves run along the sidewalk, nibble at your feet like a pack of mice. There's a hill not far from here where you can stand and look down at the little stars of light in the city, and then look up at the light of stars in the sky. And you feel rich. Sad. Alive.

  Donald Stockwell : That's how it is?

  Leonard Mead : Give or take a metaphor.