Laura: That was the night that I died, and someone else was saved. Someone who was afraid of water, but learned to swim. Someone who knew there would be one moment, where he wouldn't be watching. Someone who knew that the darkness of the broken lights would show the way.

Laura: [on phone to police, with gun aimed at Martin] Come quickly. I've just killed an intruder.

Martin: You sneaked off inexplicably, need I remind you how I worried?

Laura: No. You reminded me enough the night I came back.

Martin: You're not suggesting I enjoyed that?

Laura: God, no. That would make you a monster.

Martin: I can't live without you. And I won't let you live without me.

Martin: There's the telephone. You could call the police. I know your every thought, Laura. You're wondering if they can protect you. Who knows? They may issue an order instructing me to stay away from my own wife. Nothing can keep me away. I love you, Laura. I can't live without you. And I won't let you live without me.

Martin: We all forget things. That's what reminding is for.

Martin: Does it give you that much pleasure to humiliate me?

Martin: [Martin accosts drama teacher from the back seat with a gun as he enters his vehicle] Where is she? Please don't make me ask again!

Drama Teacher: I don't... I don't know!

Martin: My wife! She's only my wife... wonderful fuck, isn't she?

Drama Teacher: Mister, you've got the wrong guy!

Martin: That would be disappointing, and I hate to be wrong.

Drama Teacher: Why? Why does it have to be me?

Martin: Because you teach drama.

Drama Teacher: Oh Jesus, God... there must be half a dozen...

Martin: It's you.

Drama Teacher: No, you don't understand. I live with another man! Ask anyone!

Martin: [pauses for a moment and releases his grip after he realizes he's telling the truth] If you tell anyone, if you tell the police, you and your gentleman friend...

[strikes him in the head with his gun and leaves]

Ben Woodward: One thing we can't forget is Treplev hasn't seen Nina in two years, so when he gets her in the room, he wants her to stay. Know what I mean? Nina, I cursed you. I hated you. I tore up all your letters and photographs, but every minute I was conscious that my soul was bound to yours forever. I can never stop loving you. Ever since I lost you, my life has been unbearable. I'm miserable. I call to you, I kiss the ground you walked on. Wherever I look, I see your face. I am alone. I've no one's affection to warm me. I am as cold as if I were living in a dungeon, and no matter what I write, it's dry, hard, dark. Stay here, Nina, I implore you, or let me go with you. You ever loved someone that much?