Anna: Well, the turkey's done.
Walter: So's the kitchen. Actually, it's a little overdone for my tastes. Let's not go there again.
Walter: Mozart? Mozart is dead, his problems are over, help meee.
Walter Fielding: Just because they showed up to collect the money, is no guarantee that they'll show up to do the work... and if they do... I can't pay for it.
Walter: Here lies Walter Fielding. He bought a house, and it killed him.
Max: The union forces me to allow you to go to lunch in spite of the way you've played. Those of you with conscience's will not be able to eat. And those who conscience's match your talents, go stuff yourselves I hope you choke.
Anna: I was just lighting the oven.
Walter: Just lighting... you could've been killed. We could've all died.
Anna: Oh, well thank you very much! I'm not completely helpless in the kitchen, I do know how to light an oven.
Walter: Well yeah, but - you mean this thing works?
Anna: So far, so good.
Art Shirk: Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?
Water Fielding: Oh, yes. How silly of me, it's eleven-thirty, you must be parched.
Walter: I'm not trying to tell you your business but you haven't even looked at my pipes.
Brad Shirk: I looked at them three years ago. You figure they've improved with age?
Max Beissart: You love me and I love you.
Anna: You love you and I love Walter.
Walter: What has Max got that I haven't got?
Anna: I'm going to help you.
Walter: Do you have a gun?