You say I let you down, you know it's not like that. If you're so hurt why then don't you show it? You say you lost your faith but that's not where it's at. You have no faith to lose and you know it.

Okay, okay. Untie him before Hannelore busts a heartstring.

We’re going to make pots of money selling my invention!

“He's so darn afraid you'll be offended if he smokes. You scare him. Every time he speaks of the weather you jump him because he ain't talking about poetry or Gertie—Goethe?—or some other highbrow junk. You've got him so leery he scarcely dares to come here.”