Garbage never leaves the dump, man.

— Yeah, but being married is the normal way to live, isn't it?
— Who says so?
— Edna.
— Oh, Harold, I think you've been brainwashed. You're missing a very important point. Marriage is not a basic fact of nature. It's an invention.
It's like the infield fly rule. It exists only because the women say so. And, like idiots, we just go following right along.
— No, no, no, Stan. I... No, I don't know I would do without Edna. She, uh... she... Well, she... she plans the meals, sends my shirts to the laundry.
— Harold, you're making another basic common masculine mistake. You're confusing love and laundry.

You know, that is the first really rotten thing you've said to me. To make fun of somebody else's intelligence or education or lack of, that is somebody I'd be very glad not to know. I thought you were sad, weird. I didn't know you were cruel.

Not everyone thinks life is a picnic. Some of us have problems. Some of us have sorrows. People like you are so busy telling us what you want you don't notice the rest of us who aren't exactly singing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

— You don't think we'd fit, do you? We fit, Frankie. We fit like... peas in a pod, like a lock and a key.
— I'm not sure I like where your key's been.

That's my steak, Valance.

At the edge of insanity lies hope.