Lori: Doug, honey... you wouldn't hurt me, would you, sweetheart? Sweetheart, be reasonable. After all, we're married!

[Lori goes for her gun, Quaid shoots her in the head, killing her]

Douglas Quaid: Consider that a divorce!

(ten arnoldov prizvuk robi tu scenku este vtipnejsiu: Cornseedar thut uh deevuaars)