- Mrs. Brummel: I am sickened at heart when my own son goes looking at dead women's naked bodies. I tell you Morris, it is no way to treat a lady.
- Morris Brummel: You look... you look very pretty.
- Kate Palmer: I took two hours getting ready for this.
- Morris Brummel: It looks... it looks natural!
- Kate Palmer: That's why it took two hours! Getting dolled up is easy. Looking natural takes time.
- Mrs. Brummel: So, what do you, what do you do with her, go to mass?
- Morris Brummel: No, we just... we walk and we talk.
- Mrs. Brummel: Oh, please, please. I don't want to hear another word. Already I won't sleep another wink tonight. Please, don't say another word.
- [pause]
- Mrs. Brummel: Morris...
- Morris Brummel: I thought you didn't want to hear any more?
- Mrs. Brummel: Aw, you think I want to? You think I want... I'm in agony. I... I... It's my duty. Go on, go on.
- Morris Brummel: Well, she... her, her name is Katherine. Katherine. Katherine Palmer.
- Mrs. Brummel: Short, blonde, beautiful?
- Morris Brummel: No, she's, er, she's, she's tall and er, she's only got one eye right in the middle of her forehead.
- Mrs. Brummel: Of course. Of course. She'll break your heart!
- Mrs. Brummel: You still don't have a diploma! Not to mention any grandchildren, which your brother Franklin has three already. Three grandchildren. What have I got from you but heartbreak?
- [Preparing to meet Morris' mother]
- Kate Palmer: Do you love me?
- Morris Brummel: Yes!
- Kate Palmer: Desperately, madly?
- Morris Brummel: Desperately, madly!
- Kate Palmer: In that case, I can move mountains. Let's go.
- Mrs. Brummel: That girl is a gem! An absolute gem! And I'll tell you something else...
- Morris Brummel: What?
- Mrs. Brummel: She reminds me of me!
- Sylvia Poppie: Is that one of your own wigs you're wearing?
- Christopher Gill: You don't look like Cleopatra, honey.
- Belle Poppie: Don't raise your voice!
- Sylvia Poppie: You homo.
- Christopher Gill: Doesn't mean you're a bad person.
- Mrs. Brummel: So where you going to take her?
- Morris Brummel: Who?
- Mrs. Brummel: Kate Palmer.
- Morris Brummel: Nowhere.
- Mrs. Brummel: Nowhere? That's a place, nowhere?
- Morris Brummel: We're going to have dinner at her place.
- Mrs. Brummel: You mean her own apartment?
- Morris Brummel: That's right.
- Mrs. Brummel: The two of you, alone?
- Morris Brummel: Well, we were going to invite the strangler, but he couldn't make it.
- Mrs. Brummel: Oh, sure, sure. Make fun. Ridicule.