Dick: Why does death have to be so inconvenient?
Harry: [holding an apple] Mmm, to die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Oh! [turns apple around to reveal three bite marks that look like the holes of a skull] There's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.
Dick: What's that from?
Harry: I don't know, some Mel Gibson movie.

Mary: I can't believe this. I've never seen anybody die before.
Dick: I know, it's amazing. One minute, he's active, and the next, he's inert. First he's limber, and then he's stiff. His eyes are twinkly, then they're milky. He's rosy, then sallow. Oily, then dry. Gurgly, then silent.
Mary: Oh, will you stop!

Dick: If we measure X in grams and Y in centimeters per second, then Z is measured in a unit of energy we call ergs. The complete conversion of one gram of mass into energy thus releases one times three times 10 to the 10th power squared, which brings me to another point-- Your lives are fragile, and you're all going to die!