Bella Martha

Mario:
[to Frida, about chef Martha] It's your restaurant, but her kitchen. Without her, it's just a pile of metal. It's for her to decide.

Lina Klein:
I'm not going without my scarf!

Mario:
Why would she want to stay with her family in sunny Italy when she can return to cold and grey Germany to live there with a nut case like you?

[last lines]

Martha Klein:
Then it must be the sugar.

Martha's Therapist:
The sugar?

Martha Klein:
Did you get the Belgian vergeoise like I told you?

Martha's Therapist:
Are you telling me that you can taste what kind of sugar I've used?

Martha Klein:
Of course not, but I can taste which kind you didn't use.

Martha's Therapist:
[she smiles softly as he leaves] I give up. I'll be right back.