John Ballantine: If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman.
John Ballantine: That Freud stuff's a bunch of hooey.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Oh, you are a fine one to talk! You have a guilt complex and amnesia and you don't know if you are coming or going from somewhere, but Freud is hooey! This you know! Hmph! Wiseguy.
Dr. Fleurot: It's rather like embracing a textbook.
Constance Petersen: But why do you do it, then?
Dr. Fleurot: Because you're not a textbook.
Dr. Alex Brulov: You grant me I know more than you, but on the other hand, you know more than me. Women's talk. Bah.
Dr. Alex Brulov: What is there for you to see? We both know that the mind of a woman in love is operating on the lowest level of the intellect.
Dr. Murchison: The old must make way for the new, especially when the old is suspected of senility.
Constance Petersen: I'll make you coffee with an egg in it.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Oh, so you are married? There's nothing so nice as a new marriage. No psychosis yet. No aggressions, no guilt complexes. Congratulations.
John Ballantine: Now, this honeymoon is complicated enough without your dragging medical ethics into it.
John Ballantine: Do you want ham or liverwurst?
Constance Petersen: Liverwurst.
Dr. Alex Brulov: There's lots of happiness in working hard. Maybe the most.
Dr. Alex Brulov: We are speaking of a schizophrenic and not a Valentine.
Constance Petersen: We are speaking of a man.
Dr. Alex Brulov: My dear girl, you can not keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there.
Dr. Alex Brulov: I congratulate you and wish you have babies, not psychoses.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Good night and sweet dreams... which we'll analyze at breakfast.
Constance Petersen: All analysts have to be psychoanalyzed by other analysts before they start practicing.
John Ballantine: Ahhh, that's to make sure that they're not too crazy.
John Ballantine: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed another woman before.
