Why James Lipton should have a bench on court street

Because in addition to scaring away the pigeons and yappy dogs, he could learn a hell of a lot about dialogue for his creepy Actors Studio show.

Here we are again, outside of George's Pot Pourri:

Cast: George and 4 of the neighborhood ladies, combined time in this nieghborhood estimated to date to the precambrian era. Hearing them, I'm put in the mind of Italian versions of my Irish grandmother, Katherine. Impossibly still hair, beauty parlor fixed, clipped consonants, and what I surmise to have been carton a week habits. They're gruff, but sweet. They will yell at you for stepping on their flowers, but they mean well. They make you wish your grandmother was still around.

Scene: Ladies leaving the coffee shop, coffee-less. perhaps too full of people like me for their liking.

George: No coffee?

Ladies: We'll have coffee tomorrow. Thrusday.

George: Coffee at Starbucks is 5 dollars. SPECIAL coffee. Why don't you go to your house, then your house, and your house?

Ladies: Why don't we come here?

George: You pick a date. I'll sell you 4 chairs, 5 dollars.

Ladies: What, you sit on them, they break?

George: We don't sell chairs that break. How many people were in church? 10? I hear he's gonna start counting how many people are going? What are they gonna do, close the church?
Doesn't anybody have a hook in the father, know what's going on?

Ladies: Nobody goes anymore.

George: He has no activities for the people in the neighborhood! no card parties, no bingo.

later, on the money coming in...donations, welcomed and extracted.

George: $150 per kid to make communion!! Where the hell do you come off making a price like that? [yes, he said that, across the street from the church.]

Ladies: I never heard of that.

George: Well, you heard it now.

I certainly have. I love this neighborhood.