- Inga Gunther: [about to open a jar of ants] prepare to be consumed, Martha Alston! PREPARE TO BE... oh, God! They're dead. Bob?
- Bob: They are?
- Inga Gunther: Yes, didn't you feed them?
- Bob: i thought you said you wanted them hungry?
- Inga Gunther: HUNGRY, Bob! Not DEAD! Now what are we gonna do?
- Martha: We could re-schedule, like, you know, next Tuesday is good for me.
- Inga Gunther: Dream on, little beauty!
- Jack Tramonte: OK Whitman's records. Lived with his mother until about six months ago. Had one serious relationship with an Inga... Gunther who once tried to assassinate the rock temptress... STEVIE NICKS!
- Inga Gunther: Bob, cut the couch!
- Martha: Don't cut the couch, HEY...
- Inga Gunther: HEY IS FOR HORSES!