- Brian: You can do whatever you want with your life, but one day you'll know what love truly is. It's the sour and the sweet. And I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet.
- David: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...
- David: My father wrote about this in his book. Chapter 1... Page 1... Paragraph 1: What is the answer to 99 out of 100 questions?... Money.
- Edmund: You were missed, David. It was Sofia who never fully recovered. It was she who some how knew you best... and like you, she never forgot that one night where true love seemed possible.
- Julie: Don't you know that when you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether you do or not.
- [David receives his facial prosthetic]
- Dr. Pomeranz: It's a helpful unit.
- David: Good. Because for a minute there, I thought we were talking about
- [shouts]
- David: a fucking mask!
- Dr. Pomeranz: It's only a mask... if you treat it that way.
- David: Oh, no. It's great. This completely takes care of Hallowe'en. But what about the other 364 days of the year?
- Edmund: There are no guarantees, but remember: Even in the future, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: You do understand that our time is limited, don't you?
- David: If I talk... you'll just think I'm crazy.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: With all the possible respect I can offer a man wearing a latex mask and spouting conspiracy theories, David, believe me, you've crossed that bridge.
- David: [has taken the mask off and is ordering drinks from a large barman at the club] Give me a Budweiser and a shot of tequila
- Barman: [avoiding eye contact with David] What kind of tequila?
- David: [trying to make eye contact] What did you say to me?
- Barman: [Still avoiding looking at David] I said, what kind of tequila?
- David: Why don't you ask me to my face, bitch?
- Barman: [finally makes eye contact]
- David: Patron, if you have it
- David: [later] Another shot, another Bud
- Barman: [pouring shot] This one's on the house
- David: Why?
- Barman: It just is
- [locks eyes with Daivd]
- Barman: bitch.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: And you didn't immediately wanna sleep with her?
- David: Well, you know, I'm a pleasure delayer.
- Various: Open your eyes.
- Sofía: But I just think good things will happen, if you are a good person with a good attitude, don't you think?
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: I'm real. I'm... I'm... mortality as home entertainment? THIS CANNOT BE THE FUTURE. Can it? CAN IT?
- David: You're a shrink! You gotta be better than that!
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: Let's not stereotype each other. Not all rich kids are soulless, and not all psychologists care about dreams.
- Thomas Tipp: But I say this with complete love. Claim your life. Learn to be an asshole. Don't...
- David: Two's enough.
- Thomas Tipp: Forgive me. But I still believe in this family, David, even if it's only you.
- David: I wasn't hitting on Sophia.
- Brian: Oh, fine. Whatever you say. I'm crazy. I'm blind.
- David: You're not blind, you're drinking Jack Daniels, and when you drink Jack you start in with that, "Frank Sinatra, she shot me down, give me a cigarette, King of Sad" thing.
- Brian: That I do. Give me a cigarette.
- David: I'll find one.
- Brian: But wait. You're rich and women love you, and I'm from Ohio and I'm drunk. Can I tell you the truth?
- David: Everybody does.
- Brian: I dig her. And I've never said this to you before about any girl, but she could be - could be, could be, could be - the girl of my fucking dreams.
- David: You're not from Ohio.
- Brian: I know. But if she fucks up our friendship, she can go to hell. I won't allow it. We are bros.
- David: I feel the same way.
- Brian: Sure you do.
- Sofía: [Sarcastically, as she looks at a glass case in David's apartment] So, this is what's become of rock-and-roll - a smashed guitar behind a glass case displayed on some rich guy's wall!
- [ALTERNATE ENDING: David and Edmond arrive on the roof of the Life Extensions building]
- Edmund: Look, I tried to warn you in the bar. I told you, "You must exercise control of yourself". That it all depended on your mind. I gave you Technical Support. I gave you everything. I even gave you a theme song by Paul McCartney which is very hard material to acquire.
- David: So all I have to do is imagine something. Like if I wanted McCabe to come back right now...
- [as if on cue, McCabe bursts through the doors that David and Edmond have just exited]
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: Listen to me. These people are dangerous. We're in trouble. We need to get off this roof now.
- Edmund: Now, your subconscious did create promise. Your dream turned into a nightmare and this gentleman was able to uncover the fabric of our work. The glitch has been corrected and we do apologize.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: Now, David, I tell you this with my heart and my soul, this is a con man and we're going downstairs and we look for people. Come on.
- [begins heading for the exit]
- Edmund: Take no notice of him. It's not real. He has no real feelings. He's no more real than the image of John Coltrane in your living room.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: [having heard this, McCabe turns back angrily] I'll kill you, you fuck. What do you know about mankind? What do you know about my feelings?
- Edmund: Easy, Doctor. You're a man of peace.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: You son of a bitch. I'm an honored psychologist. I have two daughters and I will uncover this hoax with one-fiftieth of my intellect.
- [later, as David contemplates waking up by leaping off the building]
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: David, you listen to everything I say now. You were right. This is the Seven Dwarves, they want you to commit suicide and if you jump, they win. "Take no notice" of me! "It's not real!" We've been set up! Please. Please, don't jump. You're like family to me.
- Edmund: Give yourself a little credit, David. Your attention to detail is -- it's magnificent. This stunning man is your creation. He's a very complex and winning manifestation of the loss of your father.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: I'm not sure. I'm here.
- Edmund: Doctor. You created him to say goodbye and I must say, he's fabulous.
- [gesturing to his own clothes]
- Edmund: Thank you for this suit as well! I would have never thought of it for myself.
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: I'm real. I have two daughters! You know that.
- Edmund: And what are their names?
- [McCabe looks over to Edmund, confused at the question; Edmond presses his ear forward as if to say "I'm listening". McCabe looks to David who is also waiting for an answer]
- Dr. Curtis McCabe: [shrugs] I'm real. I'm... I'm... mortality as home entertainment? THIS CANNOT BE THE FUTURE! Can it? CAN IT?
- [McCabe collapses to the ground, overwhelmed by this revelation]
- Edmund: It's been a brilliant journey of self-awakening. And now you've simply got to ask yourself this: What is happiness to you, David?
- David: These? These are more than headaches. These are steel plates slicing through my every thought.
- Thomas Tipp: ...maybe you should let people see you, yeah? I mean, the last time we were together, you were, you were, you were in a coma, and you were very fucking rude to me. You didn't say a word.
- David: Doc, once you've been driven off a bridge at 80 miles an hour, somehow you don't invite happiness in without a full body search.