A Fine Madness

Dr. Vorbeck:
An American making love is like a Hungarian playing baseball.

Samson Shillitoe:
[to the irate members of the women's club] Spine snappers! You don't want my poetry. You want my liver!

Knocker:
[to Koocker] I can't write poetry in jail. I've tried!

Mrs. Fish:
[about Leonard] That mench! He's got a heart as black as the ace of diamonds!

Samson Shillitoe:
The words of Mercury are hard after the songs of Apollo.

Rhoda Shillitoe:
Hey, Samson, Mr. Butler's got some great news for you!

Samson Shillitoe:
Mister? When did he get the operation?

Rhoda Shillitoe:
[Apologetically to Butler] He doesn't mean anything.

Samson Shillitoe:
[Emphatically] I mean everything!