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: Andrew, we'll get killed! Andrew
: No, no. Don't be silly. Trust me, it's me, Andrew... Trust me anyhow.
: How's your marriage? Andrew
: My marriage is fine. Ariel
: Ya?... Andrew
: It's not working but it's fine.
: He taught me a lot... Andrew
: Like what? Ariel
: Like how to listen to Mozart. Andrew
: With your ears, right?
: I wonder if geniuses have problems with their sex lives.
: Andrew, are you all right? Andrew
: Maxwell, I think I fractured my last remaining nose Maxwell
: You shouldn't fly. You're a mammal. Andrew
: Thank you, Maxwell. A doctor with a license is no smarter. Maxwell
: He never tires of insulting me, but when he's sick... Andrew
: Yeah? Who overcharges me? Maxwell
: But you always get well, don't you, Andrew? Andrew
: I would get well anyhow, Maxwell, even without the leeches.
: When are you gonna grow up? You're like one of those creatures in Greek mythology who's half-goat. Andrew
: I didn't lie. I wasn't lying, Adrian. I was not lying. Do you want to know why I lied?
: I'm a doctor and I believe in the spirit world. Andrew
: Oh, you have to, Maxwell, that's where all your patients end up.
: I never felt like this. The moment I smelled her I loved her. Andrew
: Well, smell someone else. She's taken.
: He's a wonderful guy and a terrific doctor. Never lost a patient. Got a couple of them pregnant, but never lost one.
: So, you're an inventor, hey? Andrew
: Crackpot inventor. Adrian
: Andrew's invented a wedding present for you and Ariel. Tell 'em about that. Andrew
: It's a silly apparatus that takes the bones out of fish, and if you prefer, although there's no point to it, it puts bones in fish.
: I'm not a poet. I don't die for love. I work on Wall Street.
: Sex alleviates tension and love causes it.
: Only a drunken, infantile idiot shoots himself over love, not an internist.
: You showed me your latest invention. Andrew
: Of course, my musical house slippers. Remember that?
: I had the privilege of escorting Ariel through the Sistine Chapel for the first time in her life and explaining to her exactly why Michelangelo's ceiling was indeed great. Ariel
: When Raphael first laid eyes on it, he fainted. Andrew
: Had he eaten?
: [Referring to sex
] I can't! It's disgusting! Andrew
: How can it be disgusting? I don't even have my clothes off.
: It's nothing serious - just an arrow in his heart.
: Adrian, this is the kitchen table. What are you doing? Adrian
: Making... Andrew
: We cannot have intercourse where we eat oatmeal!