- Zsolt: My dear doctor. If a forty-year-old window-dresser with trouble under the hood asked for your hand in marriage, would you give it?
- [Anikó doesn't respond]
- Zsolt: Your silence speaks volumes.
- Anikó: I'm no doctor.
- Zsolt: I have a 1968 Volkswagen. Madam Doctor.
- Anikó: Why do you keep calling me that? How it thrills me.
- Nándi: I won't fight frogs!
- [passes out, drunk]
- Zsolt: [shoves his head into Anikó's blouse to hide from Klári] What a tight spot. A trap if there ever was one.
- Zsolt: Aunt Manci, for example, may she go blind. Just last week she said 'I saw your window dresser in a window, crouching over canvas with pins sticking out of his bum.' Good one, isn't it? See what I mean? What has my bum got to do with it? The dreadful hag stabbed me where it hurt most. My bum. It's a lie! I wear a pin cushion on a band! And I'm no window-dresser! I create my own designs! I'm a decorator! How I hate their philistine guts!