- 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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