- Myra Savage: You know what I sometimes wish? I sometimes wish I *were*... ordinary. Like you. Dead ordinary. Ordinary and *dead* like all the others.
- Myra Savage: What we are doing is a means to an end. Now you agree with the end, don't you? Well then you must agree with the means! You can't have one without the other.
- Myra Savage: Try to understand, Billy, what I am. What I am can't just be thrown away, can it? And it's not wrong; what we're going to do is not wrong. We're doing it for his sake. Arthur wants me to be recognized for what I am. I mean, I can't tell you. He-*he* convinced me. I had to be convinced myself before I told you.