Tommy: Good morning, Harry. What are you eating?
Harry: New cereal.
Tommy: Monopoly?
Harry: Finally a cereal about real estate.
Sally: Uh, Harry, that's a game, like Life.
Harry: Life's a cereal too.
Tommy: And a magazine.
Sally: Yeah, and a bowl of cherries, but that doesn't change the fact that you're eating little plastic houses.
Harry: Plastic, no. These houses are just stale. [spits out] Stale plastic!

Judith: Men - can't live with them... Good night, Mary.

Dick: Nina, do you think I'm whipped?
Nina: "Whipped"?
Dick: I know, it's crazy.
Nina: [chuckles] By Dr. Albright?
Dick: What was I thinking?
Nina: Dr. Solomon?
Dick: Yes, Nina.
Nina: You are wrapped around that woman's finger like a yo-yo. And she is always walking the dog.