- Alice Pressman, the Mother: [about a patient mistreating her son] She doesn't know how hard you struggle
- John Pressman: [Simpering] John is your best boy, isn't he mother?
- Alice Pressman, the Mother: [as John consumes a concotion of liquids mixed with sliced bananas] Yes John... you're my best boy and the best surgeon in town.
- Alice Pressman, the Mother: [Forcing him to consume a mass of poached eggs] Eat, Eat, EAT! You need energy... there's a nice boy.
- Alice Pressman, the Mother: [toying fondly with a snail] What are you looking at with those little eyes?
- [last lines]
- John Pressman: [to Patty] Like the doctor said, it's all in your imagination. I really don't exist.