Mario: Come on, Mom, get in the hearse.
Bette Tremont: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Mario: I'm sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.
Jake Tremont: [About a white shirt with black stripes] It's white.
John Tremont: I'm going to make an executive decision here. I'm gonna say it's colored. Okay, water: cold/warm, warn/warm, warm/hot. What the hell, we'll live dangerously. Hot/hot.
Jake Tremont: It's white.
Bette Tremont: He keeps coming into my bed at night. When your father gets excited nothing is going to stop him.
John Tremont: [looks shocked]
Bette Tremont: Oh, grow up.
Jake Tremont: The world has changed, Johnny. You wouldn't believe how much the world has changed.
Jake Tremont: A good driver knows when he's not a good driver anymore.
John Tremont: [In his parents house] This place hasn't changed a bit.
Annie: Yeah, it's going as is to the Smithsonian.
John Tremont: There's something wrong with Mom's insides.
Jake Tremont: It isn't cancer is it?
John Tremont: No, it's not.
Jake Tremont: That cancer is a killer. Your Uncle Ben had five operations. Didn't do a damn thing for him. If they tell you, you have cancer, you might as well pack your bags.
Dr. Chad: What maybe happened is that he was so fearful of the cancer that his brain froze and stopped producing a chemical called Enzyme that his body needed. But with a last minute I.V. mixture, it gave him that bit of Enzyme that he needed. Of course, if this were taking place in the home, it was your tender love and caring that called your father back from where he had gone.
John Tremont: I like that one better.