Ed Crane: He told them to look not at the facts, but at the meaning of the facts. Then he said the facts had no meaning.
Reidenschneider: They got this guy, in Germany. Fritz Something-or-other. Or is it? Maybe it's Werner. Anyway, he's got this theory, you wanna test something, you know, scientifically - how the planets go round the sun, what sunspots are made of, why...
Reidenschneider: The more you look, the less you really know. It's a fact, a true fact. In a way, it's the only fact there is.
Ed Crane: Life has dealt me some bum cards. Or maybe I just haven't played 'em right, I don't know.
Ed Crane: [after reminiscing about their first date] It was only a couple weeks later she suggested getting married. I said, "Don't you want to get to know me more?" She said, "Why? Does it get better?" She looked at me like I was a dope, which I nev...
Ed Crane: Me, I don't talk much... I just cut the hair.
Reidenschneider: I litigate. I don't capitulate.
Ed Crane: Time slows down right before an accident, and I had time to think about things. I thought about what an undertaker had told me once - that your hair keeps growing, for a while anyway, after you die, and then it stops. I thought, "What keeps...
[last lines] Ed Crane: I don't know where I'm being taken. I don't know what I'll find, beyond the earth and sky. But I'm not afraid to go. Maybe the things I don't understand will be clearer there, like when a fog blows away. Maybe Doris will be the...
Reidenschneider: Science. Perception. Reality. Doubt. Reasonable doubt.
Ed Crane: Sooner or later everyone needs a haircut.
Ed Crane: My wife and I have not performed the sex act in many years.
Ed: Frank. Frank: Huh? Ed: This hair. Frank: Yeah. Ed: You ever wonder about it? Frank: Whuddya mean? Ed: I don't know... How it keeps on coming. It just keeps growing. Frank: Yeah, lucky for us, huh pal? Ed: No, I mean it's growing, it's part of us....
Reidenschneider: You say he was being blackmailed, by who? You don't know. For having an affair, with who? You don't know. Did anyone else know about it? Probably not, you don't know.
Ed Crane: Heavens to Betsy, Birdy!
[first lines] Ed Crane: Yeah, I worked in a barbershop, but I never considered myself a barber. I stumbled into it. Or married into it, more precisely.
Ed Crane: It's like pulling away from the maze. While you're in the maze, you go through willy nilly, turning where you think you have to turn; banging into the dead ends. One thing after another. But you get some distance on it, and all those twists...
[Recurring line, to Ed] Big Dave Brewster, Frank: What kind of a man are you?
