Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

Look out for Number One. If you don't, no one else will.

She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me.

Who cares about that stuff? This is America, not Jerusalem. I'm an American. Let Harry be a Jew.

Somehow, I had the feeling that I was responsible for Harry being dead. I remembered all the times that I wished he were dead, all the times I had dreamed of killing him. I got to thinking that maybe my wishing had finally killed him.

The more money the louder it talks.