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: You'll have to do it. Edwina Cutwater
: Do what? Roger
: You know, take it out. Edwina Cutwater
: Take what out? Roger
: The little fireman. Edwina Cutwater
: The little fireman? Roger
: You know, my penis. Edwina Cutwater
: How dare you say penis to a dead person.
: Guess what I'm going to do? Roger
: What? Edwina Cutwater
: I'm going to come back from the dead. Roger
: Aaahhhh. And what makes you think you can do that? Edwina Cutwater
: Because I'm rich.
: Are you strong enough to continue? Edwina Cutwater
: What? Oh, I'm fine. Really. I'm fine. Tell them. Dr. Betty Ahrens
: She could drop dead any minute... Edwina Cutwater
: Don't mind her. She is only trying to make me feel good.
: I can't believe this. I can't even die right.
: Just tell him what happened. I'm sure he'll believe you. Roger
: (thinks) What, are you kidding? I don't even believe it. If I tell him, he'll definitely have me put away.
: What the hell are you doing in there? Edwina Cutwater
: Oh God, don't you guys get enough laughs up there? What have I ever done to you?
: I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry I ruined your birthday.
: You are rude, crude, and thoroughly unattractive.
: You know, you don't have to speak out loud. I can hear your thoughts. Roger
: Great, just what I've always wanted.
: Well I don't see why you're getting so upset about all this. Roger
: Because I want my body back. And I want my freedom and my privacy. And most of all, I'd like to be able to take a leak without being fondled. Edwina Cutwater
: You may find this hard to believe, but 'fondling you' while you make pee-pee is not my idea of a good time.
: Hmm, we seem to have mutual control over our body. Roger
: OUR body? This is my body! I'm not sharing my body with anyone! Hardhat
] Everybody's gonna be real disappointed.
: [Roger and Terry start to have sex and she lowers his underwear
] Roger, what's wrong? Roger
: What? Terry Hoskins
: Don't I excite you? Roger
: Edwina, what are you doing? Edwina Cutwater
: I'm thinking of very old nuns. Roger
: Please don't do this to me! Terry Hoskins
: Roger, don't you want me? Roger
: [Bolts from the bed
] Oh, God! Now she's thinking of dead kittens!