Trelkovsky: If you cut off my head, what would I say... Me and my head, or me and my body? What right has my head to call itself me?
Trelkovsky: [while looking at himself in the mirror] Beautiful. Adorable. Goddess. Divine. Divine! I think I'm pregnant.
Trelkovsky: [to child] Filthy little brat!
Trelkovsky: I am not Simone Choule!