-You've made a cuckold of me. -I know.

That's 72 unforced errors for Richie Tenenbaum. He's playing the worst tennis of his life. What's he feeling right now, Tex Hayward?

Okay, I'm not in love with you either.

Everyone knows that Custer died at Little Bighorn.

Did you try to sew it back on?

Did you say you're on mescaline?

You're my brother, and I love you.

We take boxing and self-defense classes.

Can we get somebody over here to kill these mice for us?

Well, 'Wildcat' was written in a kind of obsolete vernacular.

I know what stomach cancer looks like. I've seen it.

Look, I know I'm gonna be the bad guy on this one. But I just wanted to say the last six days have been the best six days of probably my whole life.

You probably don't even know my middle name.

Yes, can the boy tell time?

-Raleigh says you've been spending six hours a day locked in here, watching television and soaking in the tub. -I doubt that.

-He saved my life, you know. Thirty years ago I was knifed in a bazaar in Calcutta. He carried me to the hospital on his back. -Who stabbed you?

-How long have you been a smoker? -Twenty-two years.

He had made a request for his usual escort, the one from his days on the circuit, to meet him at the pier by way of the Green Line bus.

-Poor Eli. Anyway, we mostly just talked about you. -You did?

I need 187 dollars.

-We got locked out of our apartment. -Did you call a locksmith? -Uh-huh.

-He always sends me his clippings. -What for?

You wanna talk some jive?

-I wrote a suicide note. -You did?

Congratulations, both of you. I didn't think so much of him at first.