- Frank: My father died of heart disease. When he got sick they put him on this machine. Kept him alive four years. Four years longer than he was supposed to live. You think that's a gift? The man had made his peace, he was ready to go. A machine took that away from him. It trapped him in a life that wasn't even living.
- Frank: Everybody's so damn excited, "look what it can do!"No one stops to think, look what it doesn't do. He was the strongest man I ever met. And I'd never seen him broken. Sometimes life's just supposed to be what it is.
- Madeline: Here ya go. Coffee.
- Frank: Thank you, Gabby.
- Madeline: Why'd you call me that?
- Frank: Isn't that your... Last time I was in here you were wearing a name tag.
- Madeline: Oh, no, no. I just put on whose ever apron's around. Gabby doesn't even work here anymore. I'm Madeline.
- Frank: Nice to meet you Madeline. I'm...
- Madeline: Don't tell me. David. Peter. Scott. Nicholas. Chris. Larry. Fred. William...
- [first lines]
- Frank: [upon waking up] Hello?
- Howard: [voice coming from camera] 'Morning.
- Frank: What is this?
- Howard: How ya feeling?
- Frank: [stumbles forward]
- Howard: Whoa, whoa, easy. Might want to give it a bit before going for a stroll.
- Frank: What happened?
- Howard: You don't remember?
- Frank: I was shot. In the back.
- Howard: Really?
- Frank: Some kind of neutralizer.
- Howard: Oh, gotcha. I thought you meant, you know, like shot, shot.
- Fletcher: What's your favorite meal as a kid? First thing that comes to mind.
- Frank: My father made pancakes.
- Fletcher: Think about that. Think about him. Think about the place. The smells, every detail. Can you see it?
- Frank: Yeah.
- Fletcher: Now, everything stays the same. Same man, same smells, same moments, but... He's making waffles. The memory stays the same but the entry point is different. They're in the right house but they kicked down the wrong door. Man, I could really go for some god damn waffles right now.
- Gabby: You can't hurt my feelings because I'm imaginary, right?
- Frank: Christ, please don't be like this.
- Gabby: Be like what, frank, huh? You're doing it, not me.
- Frank: I know this is impossible.
- Gabby: Well, maybe you should have picked someone else, huh? I don't know, a blonde, big boobs, someone that laughs at all your jokes and does whatever you say.
- Frank: Why, do you know someone like that?
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