- 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.
- 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.