- Dr. Miguelito Loveless: Ultimately we are all prisoners, are we not, Mr. West? Cause we cannot escape ourselves. Stone walls are never so much a prison as the skin that surrounds each of us. Man's fate.
- [last lines]
- Jim West: I'll miss him. That little man with a giant rage against the whole universe.
- Artemus Gordon: As Kitty said, who can blame the poor little one?
- Jim West: Artie, you look a little pecked. How about a snack?
- [showing Artemus a turkey leg]
- Artemus Gordon: I appreciate your concern. Right now I'd rather worry about Dr. Loveless.
- Jim West: Worry, and eat. We need a weapon, don't we?
- Artemus Gordon: What are you going to do, chuck him to death on a bone?
- Jim West: Something like that.
- Artemus Gordon: Would you mind telling me what you've got in mind?
- Jim West: Just an idea. I need a little time to work it out.
- Artemus Gordon: You wouldn't have any giblet gravy in your pocket, would you?
- Jim West: Ever kill a man with giblet gravy?
- Jim West: Artie... is that really you?
- Artemus Gordon: In that badly bruised flesh. Who were you expecting, President Grant?
- Jim West: Hmm?
- Dr. Miguelito Loveless: Really, you can be quite exasperating. What kind of remark is that, "mmmhamm"?
- Kitten Twitty: He isn't dead, is he?
- Dr. Miguelito Loveless: No, but he'll soon wish he were dead. But we won't let him die, will we, Kitten. Not for a long, long time. Oh, how he's gonna beg for it.