- [last lines]
- Dr. Frederick Buckell: Don't cry, Ann... Perhaps you should cry. The rest of us've got to have any hope that this life was... not wasted.
- Trudy Osborne: [playing the piano, and singing] Strange Pursuit, The pursuit of love, Is a strange compelling desire. Though you're near, You're not mine to hold, And I want the joy your lips inspire. / My heart is bare, You know I care, Will you take my love, or throw it away? Please let me know, Just "yes" or "no." Why the great suspense in this game you play? / Strange Pursuit, The pursuit of love, Has me breathless with a burning fire. On and on, Goes the maddening chase. Never ending is love's strange desire. / Oo-ooh oo-ooh, Strange Pursuit.
- Dr. Gilbert McKenna: You are not going to find out anything that way, Dr. Hoffman, my heart is all right.
- Dr. Jacob Hoffman: No, Gil, you must let us doctors play our games, won't we? We are like acorns, you know? We like to show off.