Leonard Vole: What are you looking for?Christine Vole: My accordion.Leonard Vole: I think I've found it.Christine Vole: Step on it again. It's still breathing.
Leonard Vole: How are you fixed for sugar?Christine Vole: I could use some.
I could probably think better if you gave me one of those cigars.
Doctors! They've deprived me of everything: alcohol, tobacco, female companionship!