“Hello George. Hey Martha (Percy) Did you bring us a rat? (George) George, stop it!He's busy! (Martha) Too busy for rats? That's just sad. (George)”

“Did you bring me a rat?""He has no time for rats, George.""No time for rats? That's just sad.”

“Martha: Fix the kids a drink, George. What would you like to drink, kid– kid.Nick: Honey? what would you like?Honey: Ohhhh, I don't know, dear, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!"George: Brandy? Just brandy? Simple, simple…[George turns to Nick.]George: What about you, em… em… em…Nick: Bourbon on the rocks, if you don't mind.George: Mind? I don't mind. I don't think I mind. Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you?Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!”

“It doesn't matter if they hate you, or embarrass you, or simply don't appreciate your genius for inventing the internet-""You invented the internet?"It was my idea, Martha said.Rats are delicious, George said."It was my idea!" Hermes said. "I mean the internet, not the rats. But that's not the point.”

“George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. And yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: “Yes, this will do”. Who has made the hideous, the hurting, the insulting mistake of loving… me, and must be punished for it. George and Martha… Sad, sad, sad.”

“Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference.George: No, but we must carry on as though we did.Martha: Amen.”