Hammer: Oh, brother! Who decorated this place? Tammy Bakker? And what is this? A bed or a jumbo box of chocolates?
Doreau: Hammer, this is the honeymoon suite. People who come here are in love. Hearts represent love.
Hammer: Doreau, the heart isn't a wimp. It's a muscle, and it doesn't have time for love. It's too busy pumping blood.
Doreau: Very romantic. You know, I happen to believe in love and marriage -- goes together like a horse and carriage.
Hammer: Oh, gag me with a nightstick, Doreau. You know what marriage is? It's driving the wrong way down a one-way street and having a head-on collision with a dumptruck called your wife.
Hammer: Ah, this sissy stuff makes me puke... but sometimes I like to puke.
Trunk: Why'd you do it, Roy, huh? Why?
Roy Talbot: Who can live on a police pension? Day after day, I see these drug-pushing sleezebags living like royalty. And here... here I am, the good guy, living like a pauper. And I didn't do it just for myself. No, I did it for my wife, so... so I could just give her some... something I could never afford to give her before.
Trunk: What's that?
Roy Talbot: Her alimony!