* The film is funnier than the book, partly because of Peter Weller's wonderfully deadpan performance as Bill.
-->'''Kiki''': I'm interested in sexual ambivalence.
-->'''Bill''': Sexual ''ambulance'', didja say?
* Again in the film, Bill's laconic admission (in the style of a bad pulp novel) of his own sexuality):
-->'''Cloquet''': I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer.
-->'''Cloquet''': [''leers''] I saw you arrive with those three Interzone boys. What an entrance. You all looked very...familiar with each other.
-->'''Bill''': [''gulps''] Queer. A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain: ''I was a homosexual''. I thought of the painted simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would've destroyed myself. And a wise old queen -- Bobo, we called her -- taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end -- he was riding in the Duke Devanche's Hispano-Suiza when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted, leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe-skin upholstry. Even the eyes and the brain went, with a horrible "schlupping" sound. The Duke says he would carry that ghastly "schlup" with him to his mausoleum.