- Poinsettia: How is he?
- Mrs. Muldroone: I am sorry, Poinsettia, but he is just not fighting back. Listen to me, Poinsettia, the awful truth is... I miss Mr Mulddrone so badly I can hardly bear it. So for your own sake; you have got to save Fish! You must! Otherwise you'll end up like me with a selfish weed for a companion.
- Poinsettia: Well, that'll never happen to me. I'd die first.
- Mrs. Muldroone: The trouble is, Poinsettia, we do not die when we want to.
- Mrs. Muldroone: Fish, you know that I am not one to meddle in the affairs of my tenants. But, Fish, you have got to do something about that awful smell!
- Fish: Smell? What smell, mam?
- Mrs. Muldroone: Well, the smell of decomposing demon!
- Poinsettia: I miss you, Fish. I must be the only woman on the planet a man's ever given up for a demon!
- Fish: If a demon grabbed you from behind what would you do?
- Social Worker: Nothing! There is no such thing as a demon! And if there were he wouldn't wrestle with a Jamaican immigrant, he'd wrestle with an American citizen! You know what we're going to do with you this time, Fish?
- Fish: Shock treatment.
- Social Worker: Better
- Fish: Group therapy?
- Social Worker: Even better
- Fish: Drugs. Sedatives. Pills. Tapioca pudding.
- Social Worker: You'll just never get it... we are going to de-institutionalise you, The President of the Congress of the United States just did what psychiatry couldn't do - they cured you!