- Forsythe: Roger, I had a very disturbing dream last night. In this dream I found myself making love to a strange man. Only I'm having trouble you see, because he's old... and dying... and he smells bad, and I find him repulsive. But then he tells me that everything is erotic, that everything is sexual. You know what I mean? He tells me that even old flesh is erotic flesh. That disease is the love of two alien kinds of creatures for each other. That even dying is an act of eroticism. That talking is sexual. That breathing is sexual. That even to physically exist is sexual. And I believe him, and we make love beautifully.
- Old Woman: Hungry... Hungry for love. I'M HUNGRY FOR LOVE!
- [Last lines]
- [Radio programme tune]
- Radio News Reporter: The time is 5:26 a.m. This is Gerald Keys with the Media Scope sunrise news bulletin. There is still no confirmation by Montreal city police concerning alleged reports of a city wide plague of violent sexual assaults. The assaults, believed to have originated in the vicinity of Starliner Island, began late last night, and have spread with increasing frequency this morning. Reports of the attacks have been termed irresponsible and hysterical, by a Montreal city police spokesman. Stay tuned on further details, on Media Scope news at 6.
- Rollo Linsky: You know what happened? They caught her examining her titties for breast cancer... in the faculty lounge!
- Rollo Linsky: Now, Hobbes believed that man is an animal that thinks too much. An over-rational animal that's lost touch with its body and its instincts. How do you like that? In other words, too much brains, not enough guts. So what he came up with to help our guts along was a parasite that's, "a combination of aphrodisiac and venereal disease that will hopefully turn the world into one beautiful, mindless orgy."
- Bearded man: Have you met my daughter, Erica? She's a very beautiful girl. Come here, Erica. I just know you'll like my daughter, Erica.
- [speaking to his stomach]
- Nicholas Tudor: Come on, boy. Here, boy, here. Come on, boy. Come on, fella!
- [gasps]
- Nicholas Tudor: You... and me...
- [gasps]
- Nicholas Tudor: You and me are gonna be good friends. Good friends. Shhhh-hooooo. Attaboy. Attaboy!
- Nicholas Tudor: Make love to me!
- Janine Tudor: I want to be able to see us when we make love. I want to put my contacts in.
- Mona Wheatley: [sees Nicholas Tudor slightly drooling blood part standing] Nicholas what's wrong?
- Mona Wheatley: [helps Nicholas sit back down] We're going to get you to a hospital. It's probably an ulcer.
- Nicholas Tudor: I'm going home for the day.
- Mona Wheatley: [protests] But Nicholas...
- Nicholas Tudor: [cuts across Mona, raises voice] I'm alright Mona. Call me a cab. Now.