Bill: Running away from home?

Kate: I'm an orphan.

Bill: What happened to your folks?

Kate: They died. Went down with a boat. Sank. Forget the name of it. Big boat.

Bill: Titanic?

Kate: Yeah, that's it!

Bill: Then your parents died 63 years before you were born!

Kate: Which is why I hardly knew them.

Bill: Yeah, well that... that... that makes sense.

Shirl: Sometimes I think you don't realize what's going on, I think sometimes you're getting...

Bill: Senile? That's the operative word nowadays, isn't it, Shirl? You know, it's funny. When I was young, I was called a rugged individualist. When I was in my 50s I was considered eccentric. Here I am, doing and saying the same thing that I did then, and I'm labeled senile. I wonder what my billing is going to be ten years from now?

Doctor Device: [after hiding Kate on the ceiling with a levitation trick] Now, we'll let you down, if you promise never to tell how we do this.

Kate: OK. But, how do you do it?

Policeman: Sorry we bothered you, sir.

Bill: That's alright, officer. You did what you had to do even though I told you you didn't have to do it. G'bye girls.

Bill: Memories don't belong in drawers.

Dr. Nancy Faulkner: Do you have another doctor?

Bill: I gave them up when I decided to try for old age.

Box Boy: How come I never heard of Max Wellington?

Bill: Maybe because he was great. You never really remember anyone who was great. It's a sad fact of life, Joe. The truly great not only go unremembered, they seldom get hired. It's the mediocre talent that gets all the work. Nobody expects anything from them, and they're never disappointed.

Box Boy: Well, I don't understand that.

Bill: Neither do I, but remember it.