- Walter Kranz: Lisa, I've been writing again. Yesterday, depression. Today, a stroke of genius.
- Lauf: [coughs]
- Walter Kranz: Silence, you person!
- Walter Kranz: Gangsters! Swine! Bloodsuckers! You think you can push us around, but just you wait! When you've been eaten by worms, my name will still shine on!
- Rolf: Is she scratching herself?
- Walter Kranz: Yes.
- Rolf: Good. She goes to the bathroom to scratch herself now.
- Luise Kranz: No one can understand what she sees in you.
- Walter Kranz: Who?
- Luise Kranz: Who? Who? That aristocratic cunt von Witzleben.
- Walter Kranz: She appreciates my poetry.
- Luise Kranz: Poetry? Don't make me laugh. Pig!
- Walter Kranz: I love you! I want to sleep with you!
- Lisa: I don't want to. I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to!
- Walter Kranz: Rolf, your wife doesn't want to sleep with me.
- Rolf: Don't be so uptight, Lisa.
- Lisa: What's new?
- Walter Kranz: I want to screw you like a rabbit.
- Lisa: Yes, but I don't want it poetic today.
- Luise Kranz: Look. He threw garbage all over the apartment again!
- Walter Kranz: That's because he wants to attract flies, you silly Billy. You can't understand any logic but your own.
- Luise Kranz: That's because I have to work all day cleaning up your mess!
- Walter Kranz: Don't shout, Luise. You're wasting the energy you need for work.
- Luise Kranz: Did you go see your publisher?
- Walter Kranz: My publisher? Yes, I did.
- Luise Kranz: And?
- Walter Kranz: I pissed in the tank of his car.
- Walter Kranz: Money? Money. Money. More.
- Irmgart von Witzleben: Oh, God, it turns me on. It turns me on. Money! It turns me on! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!
- Walter Kranz: Look. It's a pistol.
- Ernst Kranz: Shoot flies.
- Walter Kranz: No. You fuck flies. You don't shoot them.
- Luise Kranz: Birdbrain.
- Walter Kranz: Cunt.
- Luise Kranz: Prick.
- Walter Kranz: Quail.
- Luise Kranz: Shithead
- Walter Kranz: Cow.
- Luise Kranz: Asshole.
- Walter Kranz: You bitch! You revolting, worn-out bitch.
- [spits on woman]
- Irmgart von Witzleben: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
- Luise Kranz: How many men a day?
- Lana von Meyerbeer: Up to ten.
- Luise Kranz: Ten! Did you hear that, limp-dick? When did we screw last?
- Walter Kranz: Let me see, It was - three weeks ago?
- Luise Kranz: Exactly. Seventeen days ago. You heard him. Seventeen days ago.
- Walter Kranz: Cook some ham and eggs.
- Luise Kranz: Ten a day.
- Walter Kranz: But *you're* married.
- Walter Kranz: Can I sleep with your wife tonight? I feel so lonely, and they've taken my furniture.
- Rolf: Has he paid his debts?
- Lisa: Yes. He's paid.
- Rolf: Okay, but exert yourself. She gets more demanding with age.
- Walter Kranz: The lovely love. Can I stay here tonight? I don't want to go home. They've taken the furniture away.
- Lisa: I don't mind, but you'll have to ask Rolf. He's strange sometimes and wants me all to himself.
- Lisa: How did you do it?
- Walter Kranz: I shot her, just like that.
- Lisa: That was stupid. You always got so much money from her.
- Luise Kranz: Did you enjoy it?
- Lana von Meyerbeer: I guess. Not really my thing. He finishes too quickly don't you think?
- Luise Kranz: Yes, I agree. But it's better than nothing.
- Luise Kranz: Eighteen.
- Walter Kranz: What?
- Luise Kranz: Days. Eighteen days. Eighteen days! Eighteen days without a kind word or gesture.
- Walter Kranz: Fourteen.
- Luise Kranz: What?
- Walter Kranz: Years.
- Lisa: Mama, a revolutionary situation no longer exists.
- Lisas Mutter: Typical of youth. Nothing but a flash in the pan, my darling girl. A revolutionary situation exists as long as people are oppressed and exploited by others.
- Lisa: But, Mama, that idea's so old it's got whiskers on it.
- Lisas Mutter: Yes, Karl Marx's whiskers.
- Walter Kranz: Where's Ernst?
- Luise Kranz: I locked him in the closet.
- Walter Kranz: Why?
- Luise Kranz: I was mad.
- Walter Kranz: About what?
- Luise Kranz: You.
- Walter Kranz: Collective responsibility, huh?
- Walter Kranz: You're a fascist.
- Luise Kranz: So are you.
- Walter Kranz: Fascist. Fascist.
- Luise Kranz: Sleep with me, please.
- Walter Kranz: My time will come. No one understands me. I've decided to change my life.
- Luise Kranz: Go work in a factory. Maybe that'll cure you.
- Walter Kranz: I'll have a suit made to measure. That's it.
- Walter Kranz: Get undressed and stop talking. I can't stand your voice anymore.
- Lisa: You can't stand my voice? You can't stand my voice! You can't stand my voice! You can't stand my voice! Who do you think you are?
- Walter Kranz: Nobody. I just happen to be more important than you.
- Lisa: You're more important than me?
- Walter Kranz: Yes, I'm a poet.
- Lisa: Blah.
- Andrée: I lived for you alone. Then one night you came, a poem on your lips. I licked it off in devotion.
- Mutter Kranz: I saw you on TV three years ago, in September. It's true, Fritz, isn't it? On Aunt Anna's birthday. But I didn't understand a word you said. It was all so clever.
- Walter Kranz: What do you want? What do you want from me?
- Andrée: I want to be near you. I need to be near you.
- Walter Kranz: You're crazy. Go to hell.
- Luise Kranz: Did you have to touch his flies?
- Rolf: I'm looking for a murder weapon.
- Luise Kranz: He doesn't collect tsetse flies.
- Walter Kranz: Please excuse this embarrassing outburst. I was behaving as I assumed you'd expect someone in my position to behave.
- Luise Kranz: You can't be him, Walter. George was gay. Ho-mo-sex-u-al. Understand? Ho-mo-sex-u-al. He *invented* it, Walter.
- Walter Kranz: Gay?
- [looks in the mirror]
- Walter Kranz: Gay.
- Walter Kranz: People like you will always be deceived, exploited, and oppressed. Or have you forgotten all that?
- Walter Kranz: The oppressed seek refuge in illness.
- Luise Kranz: What would I seek refuge from?
- Walter Kranz: From reality, the challenge of the sublime.