What Dreams May Come (1998)

Chris Nielsen: Is that a kind of occupational hazard of soul mates? One's not much without the other?

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?

Annie Nielsen: Sometimes when you lose, you win.

Albert: Bring Mom back. You can do it. I believe in you. Did you ever stop to think why I became Albert? He was the only man you ever listened to. Listen to me now. Think of Mom.

Albert: Are you loosing your fear?
Chris Nielsen: Fear?
Albert: That you disappeared? You didn't, you only died.

Albert: Thought is real. Physical is the illusion. Ironic, huh?

Albert: Chris, "here" is big enough for everyone to have their own private universe.

Chris Nielsen: But I can forgive you.
Annie Nielsen: For killing my children and my sweet husband?
Chris Nielsen: For being so wonderful a guy would choose Hell over Heaven just to hang around you.

Annie Nielsen: You taught me the one thing, the only thing, I should always remember.
Chris Nielsen: Which is?
Annie Nielsen: I forgot.

Leona: Do you wanna see others? Perhaps the city?
Chris Nielsen: I would, but travel makes me nauseous.

Annie Nielsen: Can I sit here?
Chris Nielsen: Actually, no. Two years ago, I reserved this specific area.
Annie Nielsen: What if I say please?
Chris Nielsen: That's the one exception.

Chris Nielsen: What's true in our minds is true, whether some people know it or not.

The Tracker: Elevator to Hell. Going up.

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.

Annie Nielsen: Sometimes, when you win, you lose.

Chris Nielsen: I found you in Hell. Don't you think I could find you in Jersey?

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.

Albert: You don't understand.
Chris Nielsen: It's not about understanding... it's about not giving up.

Annie Nielsen: A whole family lost to car crashes. Enough to make a person buy a bike.

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.