Benjamin Hoffman: No naked strange pale girl found in my bed on summer morning.
Benjamin Hoffman: Put on lots of perfume, Ms Smith, everywhere. I like it! Benjamin Hoffman: I'll be in bed should you be searching for me, Ms Smith. Benjamin Hoffman: Night thoughts, Saturday, October the 3rd. Every girl is a flower garden with a compost heap at the bottom. And many a noble man has had to drown his dwarf wife in a zinc bath or strangle an idiot girl on a muddy common in order to draw attention to himself. Reality betrays us all. Benjamin Hoffman: Reality betrays us, Ms Smith! [Miss Smith is in the bathroom next to the bedroom where Mr Hoffman lays in bed] Benjamin Hoffman: Ms Smith. Take a letter. Miss Janet Smith: What? Benjamin Hoffman: Take a letter Ms Smith. Miss Janet Smith: [comes out of the bathroom] Now? Benjamin Hoffman: Yes, now! To Miss Janet Smith, care of this address. Dear Miss Smith, go to bed. Your sincerely. Mr Benjamin Hoffman. Benjamin Hoffman: Please make yourself look as if you want to be fertilized. Miss Janet Smith: What you're doing to me is atrocious. It's the filthiest thing I've ever heard of. Benjamin Hoffman: Yes, I am filthy, yes, but there's no escaping one's fate. Benjamin Hoffman: Miss Smith, you are here to be two arms, two legs, a face, and what fits in the middle. Benjamin Hoffman: There are two people in all of us - the child in the snapshot and the monster the child grows into. Miss Janet Smith: What's wrong with the old place? Benjamin Hoffman: Oh, well, you know - treacheries, miseries, failure, despair. Miss Janet Smith: Are you hungry? Benjamin Hoffman: Women are always hungry for something. Fallopian tubes with teeth.