Sally: Look at all the new people! Hello, precious. Hello!
Harry: Wow!
Tommy: That one right there looks just like Winston Churchill.
Sally: So does that one.
Harry: Hey, this one looks like black Winston Churchill.
[Security guards remove Tommy and Harry]
Sally: It's amazing, isn't it? An entire ward of pure distilled life. I guess people don't just come here to get repaired. Aw! Shh! Don't cry, sweetheart. This part's easy. Just wait till you have to choose a long distance carrier. I wish I could have started from scratch like you guys-- knowing, but not knowing. Seeing, and then all at once forgetting. Enjoy it. Time here moves really fast.
[A security guard removes Sally]

Tommy: This came for you from the hospital.
Sally: Oh, those people are so nice. It's probably a "get well" card.
Dick: It's a bill for $3,500. Oh, but look. It's says, "Thank you for your prompt payment." Did you pay them?
Sally: No.
Harry: I didn't pay 'em.
Tommy: Wasn't me.
Dick: Well, somebody must have paid them. [rips up bill]

Mary: I have the best news! Professor Fuscoe has been hired by Princeton.
Dick: I didn't know the two of you were so close.
Mary: Oh, I think he's a moron, but I get his office!
Nina: The big office with the bay window and the view of the apple tree?
Mary: Yes! Nina, you would have been so proud of me. As soon as I heard it was available, I went to that overly friendly woman who handles these things.
Nina: Yeah. What is her problem?
Mary: Oh, who cares? It was between me and Professor Suter, and I said, "Mr. Suter is a very nice old man, but he seems very content in his broom closet. Why disturb him?" And she bought it! [both squeal]
Dick: Oh, this is wonderful! My funny signs will look just great in the new office.
Nina: I'll leave the two of you alone now.

Harry: She looks just like Snow White. Snow White with dried spittle on her chin.

Dick: Professor Suter, a terrible injustice has been done.
Professor Suter: What?
Dick: [shouts] I said, a terrible injustice has been done!
Professor Suter: I heard you. What's the big injustice?
Dick: Somebody has taken something that rightfully belongs to you.
Professor Suter: What?
Dick: [shouts] Somebody has taken something that rightfully belongs to you! Are you okay? Professor Suter? Are you okay?!

Mary: [on the phone] Yes, the one with the bay window and the apple tree. How long has it been since we talked? Seven years? Well, you be good. Bye-bye.

Professor Suter: Dr. Solomon told me about your good fortune. I wanted to say congratulations.
Mary: Thank you.
Professor Suter: I used to have an eye out for this office. [Dick clears his throat] Ah, the bay window! And the apple tree. My wife and I used to picnic under it all the time. She's dead now. Mary, you have better eyes than I.
Do you see anything carved on the trunk out there?
Mary: No.
Dick: Oh, I see it. It's a heart. A heart, Mary.
Professor Suter: I carved it on the day I proposed, right before I went out to fight the Germans.
Dick: Oh. You must have loved her very much.
Professor Suter: You'll never know. Mary, I have a very special favor to ask of you.
Mary: What?
Professor Suter: Could you some afternoon help me gather apple blossoms and then take them with me to my wife's grave?
Mary: 'Kay.
Professor Suter: Bless you, Mary.
Dick: Come on, Professor Suter. Let me walk you down to your tiny office. I think Dr. Albright wants to be alone with her thoughts.

Nina: Don't you let him manipulate you. This is your office. I'm not just saying that because I finally got a window. I'm being objective.
Mary: I know you are, but I'm starting to feel bad.
Nina: You listen to me, woman. Keep the dream alive.

Harry: It just never ends.
Tommy: And what if it did?
Sally: Let's just pray that day never comes. Let's go.

Dick: I'm in a great mood.
Sally: Did Dr. Albright move back in with you?
Dick: Not yet. But today I realized it's not about getting Mary back and getting what I want. It's about getting justice for Professor Suter... and getting what I want. So I called up the Dean, and I told him it was a travesty to keep a 75-year-old man locked away in the basement. Now I'm ready to par-tay.
Sally: So what are we celebrating, brotha?
Dick: My ruthless commitment to myself.
Harry: Wow. You're not just the High Commander, you're presidential material.