Life isn’t fair. It’s hard and cruel. You have to pick your friends as if there’s a war going on. You want a husband who’ll take a bullet for you, not one who points to the attic and says “They’re up there.”[to Midge]
Sometimes I tune people out, but mostly because they rarely have anything useful or interesting to say.
Miriam, I have to go. I just heard the words “potato salad.” There’s only so much a man can take in his own house.
Just because there is a door does not mean you use it. A door does not represent infinite possibilities.
If you ever threaten my daughter again, I will punch you right in the nose. It won’t hurt. I’m not strong. But, at the very least, you will be embarrassed that you got punched in the nose by a not-strong mathematician. You really want to mess with me? Go ahead. Take your best shot. And then you will find out what Abe Weissman is truly made of.
All right, everybody. Time’s up. Put your papers on my desk if they contain the correct answers. Otherwise, just don’t.[to his students]
You never should have bought this place back, Miriam. I mean, what man is going to want a woman who owns her own apartment?
You know, I woke up several times in the night thinking I’d imagined what I saw. Maybe someone slipped something into my drink. Lysergic acid. That’s a drug that makes you hallucinate. See colors, monsters, daughters saying horrible things on a showroom stage in front of a thousand people. It’s impossible, what I saw.[to Midge]