- Sylvia Buchman: Marty came in and he caught us. I begged him not to say anything. And to his credit, he never said anything until the end of his life. Why he couldn't keep his mouth shut for another 8 seconds, I'll never understand.
- Hugh Moss: First of all, I never sleep with a customer's wife. And second, no offense, but she was a tremendous pain in the ass.
- Aunt Blossom: I'm sorry, I'm an honest woman.
- Sylvia Buchman: You're a nasty woman, that's what you are. And you have a low center of gravity.
- Miriam Sass: In January of 1945, the last month of the company, Hey Miss did 98 dozen units, which is to say ... ptooey!
- Cousin David: Marty ... may he rest in peace... had a nephew, Arnold. You know him?
- Sylvia Buchman: Sure, Arnold, Uncle Arnold, yeah. He speaks with an Irish accent.
- Cousin David: That's the guy. Why does he do that?
- Sylvia Buchman: Nobody knows.
- Uncle Harold: Would you tell this person who's trying to talk to me that if I did have a nephew, Paul, he would have called me and told me about the death of a dear one instead of leaving me like a dog to read it in the newspaper.
- Uncle Harold: Marty's last words were, "Hoo moos"?
- Hugh Moss: Yes, Uncle Harold, they were.
- Sylvia Buchman: You know what "Hoo moos" is?
- Uncle Harold: Who are you?