Mrs. Petrakis:
...Kansas?

Abe:
Why are you afraid to go to sleep?

Abe:
Then there'll be more for me for breakfast.

Abe:
Sweet dreams to my fingers, sweet dreams to my knees. Sweet dreams to bellybuttons that go in and out. Sweet dreams to all the little tushies in the world - the big ones, too, like the waitress in the bowling alley!

Lisa:
This is great.

Lisa:
What does he do?

Lisa:
I have this patient, a boy. He's 12, he's terminal. He's amazing - he tells me something new every day; he tells me everything.

Lisa:
You want a mirror?

Abe:
A woman her age is supposed to move to Florida. Who moves to Vermont?

Abe:
She should - she invented it.

Abe:
Extras are the real Hollywood. You won't see their names above the title or below the title. We like to think of ourselves as behind the title.

Abe:
I've lived a thousand different lives in a thousand different places, kid.

Abe:
You see that? When I die, I want you to make a mold of that imprint and put it in front of Chinese Theater. Gable's feet, Monroe's hands, and Abe Polin's ass.

Abe:
There's an art to being incidental.

Lisa:
Let me get this straight: is he an actor or isn't he?

Abe:
I'm glad you came, doctor. Maybe you can tell me what's wrong with my hand - it's been like this for a month.

Lisa:
Have you tried soaking it in melted butter?

Abe:
When I die, I want my epitaph to read "Here's lies Abe Polin, King of the Extras. 19th man to yell, 'I'm Spartacus.'"