Louise 'Honey' Parker: Dead? She's not only alive, she's bigger! What did you do, try to kill her with a Grow Lite?
Harry Archer: You were sad before, but now you're just a big joke. If only you knew half of what Honey Parker knows about how to be a real woman.
Nancy Archer: Insect! Tick! I offer you a landscape and you cling to a glass doorknob!
Harry Archer: She was better in bed that you ever were. She's even better than your cousin Vera.
Nancy Archer: Vera? You slept with Vera? I'll kill her, but first, I'm going to pop your head like a Concord grape!
Nancy Archer: Don't be stupid your whole damn life. You're better than they are, you're smarter than they are, and you know more than you think.
Louise 'Honey' Parker: *Jesus*! This is just so *fucking* romantic I could *puke*!
Nancy Archer: The world is my doll house, Dr. Cushing.
Nancy Archer: I'm not saying the old Nancy isn't there. I can still hear her inside me, stumbling in the dark, bumping into things, always apologizing. But less and less. Less and less.