- Mrs. Koerner: Look at this mess. I don't even wanna put my gloves down anywhere, move to New Jersey, the air is cleaner and nobody writes "Lesbians Unite" in the elevator.
- Margaret Reynolds: Is there anything I take for it?
- Dr. Gordon: Yes, there is. A pregnancy test.
- Margaret Reynolds: Oh?
- Dr. Gordon: Yes, I'm quite sure you're pregnant again, little lady.
- Dr. Gordon: Lie down, please.
- Margaret Reynolds: Your hands are cold.
- Dr. Gordon: Your husband's a lucky man. He's involved with important ideas. Here I am looking after a handful of women in the Upper West Side.
- Paul Reynolds: Oh-oh-oh. Look at us. We got a birthday suit on, don't we? Come on, jump up here. Come on.
- Dr. Gordon: I read your husband's article in The Colombia Forum. You must be proud of him.
- Margaret Reynolds: Yes, I am.
- Dr. Gordon: Drop the gown, please. I liked his point about oppressed people accepting their slavery and then when things improve, when they're raising expectations, then they revolt.
- Margaret Reynolds: Are you having an affair with my husband?
- Dr. Bolden: Well, as a matter of fact, I am.
- Margaret Reynolds: You are?
- Dr. Bolden: Yes, of course. A closer relationship is very helpful in our work. I think it's a wonderful way to get rid of the superficial inhibitions that exists between colleagues.
- Margaret Reynolds: She's a fascinating woman.
- Fidel Castro: Before the Revolution, she was a whore. Would you like for some wine?
- Margaret Reynolds: Where do you do it? Do you do it in your apartment?
- Dr. Bolden: No, no. There's a very comfortable army cot in the book closet.
- Mrs. Koerner: Margaret, you don't understand. I simply refuse to let you go on raising your children in that disgusting city surrounded by underprivileged, Spanish speaking persons and colored people.
- Mrs. Koerner: She wants the house.
- Paul Reynolds: You think so?
- Mrs. Koerner: Oh, I know my daughter. She's just a little stubborn if I suggest anything. But, she's dying for some space and some help with the kids. You know, you can't pitch in much. I'm not criticizing, dear. I wouldn't want my daughter married to a kitchen fairy.
- Mrs. Koerner: I brought you some stuff. You shouldn't have to go out on the street and be molested.
- Margaret Reynolds: The neighborhood isn't that bad, mother.
- Mrs. Koerner: Not that bad? Maria?
- Maria: Yes.
- Mrs. Koerner: From the cab to the lobby, how many times were we nearly raped?
- Margaret Reynolds: You should be so lucky, mom.
- Margaret Reynolds: If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call the police!
- Mrs. Koerner: That's no way to talk to a mother!
- Margaret Reynolds: [Margaret's niece takes her photograph] You're going to walk very funny with an instamatic up your ass.
- Margaret Reynolds: I don't have time to be an interesting woman. I get one hour off to go see a doctor and he tells me how wonderful your work is while he has his hand on my tit and he gets paid for that because that's his work. And that's wonderful too. You're all wonderful great professionals when a woman like me works twice as hard and for what? Stretch marks and varicose veins, that's what. You've got one job, I've got 97. Maybe I should be on the cover of TIME: Dust Mop of the Year, Queen of the Laundry Room, Expert on Tinker Toys.
- Margaret Reynolds: How could an intelligent man like you be hypnotized by a pair of boobs?
- Paul Reynolds: Come on! Miss Boobs happens to have a very clear idea of what she's doing. She's working in biochemistry, intends to get her PhD, intends to have one child, check-off the woman thing, then back off to work.
- Margaret Reynolds: I can't do it.
- Paul Reynolds: Can't do what?
- Margaret Reynolds: I can't be a perfect image of a female.
- Paul Reynolds: What are you talking about?
- Margaret Reynolds: My tits aren't as big as whatshername!
- Mrs. Koerner: Well, that's what you get for going to pot parties and coming home and opening up a Chinese laundry.
- Paul Reynolds: You take care of me as if I were a child and then you're surprised when I act like one.