- My wife. - That's sweet.

My wife.

My wife wasn't diabetic.

I remember my wife dying.

My wife used to call me Lenny.

He killed my wife. He took away my fucking memory.

Please call me Leonard. My wife called me Lenny.

Beg my wife's forgiveness before I blow your brains out.

He doesn't even know that his wife is dead.

- You'd kill for your wife, wouldn't you? - That's different.

the guy that cracked your skull and fucked your wife.

My wife's death. I used to work in insurance. We were well covered.

My wife deserves vengeance. Doesn't make any difference whether I know about it.

You think I don't know my own wife? What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Not to me. I wasn't fucking married to her. - Hey, don't talk about my wife.

about how much Natalie hates your retarded guts and that I called your wife a fuckin' whore.

I have to believe that my actions still have meaning...

I have to believe that when my eyes are closed...

If I knew that my old Sammy were truly gone...

- I just saw you together, that's all. - He's not my friend.