Beatrice Madsen: It's hard to believe that this is all that's left of Victor.
Sean: His body, Mrs. Madsen. I don't know if you believe in an eternal soul…
Beatrice Madsen: Trust me, Doctor, that's the only thing that keeps me going, knowing that his soul is roasting in hell for all eternity. Now, if these are legally mine, I'd like to give the bastard a proper burial.
(Mrs. Madsen gets up and leaves the room)
Solicitor: Mrs. Madsen?
Beatrice Madsen: You got a goddamn toilet in this place? Gonna flush him down the crapper like the piece of shit that he is!