Albert: You don't understand.
Chris Nielsen: It's not about understanding... it's about not giving up.
Annie Nielsen: Dear Diary, I am writing in your bullshit pages because my shrink is crazier then I am. He thinks you're therapy. He figures if two babies can hammer me into a Psycho ward, what will I do with this? He is so stupid. He's so stupid that he thinks he pulled me through the breakdown when it was Christy. Always. Only Chris. I was looking through his postcards. Paintings were his obsession. He used art as another way to love me, to help me. To keep us always together.
Albert: So what is the "me"?
Chris Nielsen: My brain, I suppose.
Albert: Your brain? Your brain is a body part. Like your fingernail or your heart. Why is that the part that's you?
Chris Nielsen: Because I have sort of a voice in my head, the part of me that thinks, that feels, that is aware that I exist at all.
Albert: So if you're aware you exist, then you do. That's why you're still here.
The Tracker: You were expecting physical danger? What could it do, kill ya, huh? No, in Hell there's real danger. Of losing your mind.
Annie Nielsen: You taught me the one thing, the only thing, I should always remember.
Chris Nielsen: Which is?
Annie Nielsen: I forgot.
Albert: Are you loosing your fear?
Chris Nielsen: Fear?
Albert: That you disappeared? You didn't, you only died.
Chris Nielsen: Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you. Especially this one.
Chris Nielsen: That's when I realised I'm part of the problem. Not because I remind you. But because I couldn't join you. So I left you alone. Don't give up, okay?
Chris Nielsen: Is that a kind of occupational hazard of soul mates? One's not much without the other?