- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Yeah I'm upset. Ya wanna know why, Ed? I'll tell you. As a physician, I realize that sexual release is not crucial to survival, say like water or oxygen. But when a healthy 28-year-old male is deprived of that release, he has an awful hard time enjoying his survival.
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Here's your lingerie magazine. I was just leafing through it.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Thanks.
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Oh, wait a minute. Uh, you're using that for onanistic purposes, huh?
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: What? What kind of purposes?
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Auto-erotic.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Me? No Not at all. Absolutely not! I was just going to order my mom a robe.
- [flustered]
- Ruth-Anne Miller: I think you need something a little more exciting.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Exciting?
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Here's a Playboy. Eli Nute died a month before his subscription expired.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Oh no. Really?
- [trying not to look interested in the Playboy]
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Women of Norway.
- [reading the caption]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Yeah well, I mean a lot of exceptional writers contribute to Playboy. There's Philip Roth, uh, Norman Mailer, the late Roald Dahl. An interview with Shintaro Ishihara?
- Ruth-Anne Miller: Don't worry Dr. Fleishmann, its that time of year. Everybody's libido has run amok.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: They rate the top ten single malt scotches! Now I, uh, wanna read this!
- Ruth-Anne Miller: I think I've got something for you a little racier in the back room.
- [first lines]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: [as he and Maggie stroll through a jungle in a dream] Ow! Why did I listen to you? Why did I let you drag us out here?
- Maggie O'Connell: It's beautiful. It's a jungle.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: There are tarantulas here. Tropical diseases. Did you ever hear of elephantitis? Your leg swells up like a- a telephone pole. We didn't get shots.
- Maggie O'Connell: We don't need shots, Fleischman. It's paradise.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Better cover your head. I'll bet you these banana trees are full of primates.
- Maggie O'Connell: Fleischman, would you relax?
- [last lines]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: What the hell.
- [he joins the other men in the "Running of the Bulls," no longer a stranger]
- Chris Stevens: [as "D.W. Suite" plays on the radio, during "Chris in the Morning"] That's a song we can all relate to this time of year. Spring's about to spring. Persephone's comin'back.! And here in Cicely, the ice is groaning. About to break with that exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness. A time for our fangs to come down, and our eyes to glaze over, so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy: "Oh, yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee!"
- [lets out a triumphant howl]