Jill:
I'd be willing to bet that her apartment is pretty bare, not cluttered. You would know if a book had been moved.

Julia:
Someone has been in my apartment and they've done things, little things, to let me know that he's there.

Mrs. Schifrin:
How do I look?

Dr. Schifrin:
You look late. Beautiful, but late

William Landis:
And maybe for the college boys, the truest mirror is the toilet bowl staring back at them the morning after a toga party.

William Landis:
I am not the reflection of anything. I am not an illusion. I am the truth. I'm invisible. Unknowable. You people are the real illusionists. You people are the real illusionists!