Leonard: Hi. Uh, Lincoln Street?
Waiter: Oh, you just take the main road...
Leonard: Hang on, let me write this down.
Waiter: Oh, it's easy. You just...
Leonard: Trust me, I need to write this down.
Natalie: What's the last thing that you do remember?
Leonard Shelby: My wife...
Natalie: That's sweet.
Leonard Shelby: ...dying
Burt: Oh shit. This is the wrong room. You're in 304 now. I'm sorry. I ****ed up.
Leonard Shelby: This is not my room?
Burt: No, come on, let's go.
Leonard Shelby: Why is this my handwriting?
Burt: ...This was your room, but now you're in 304.
Leonard Shelby: When was I in here?
Burt: Last week. But then I rented you another room on top of it.
Leonard Shelby: Why?
Burt: Business is slow. I mean, I told my boss about the - your condition and stuff, and he said try and rent him another room.
Leonard Shelby: So how many rooms am I checked into in this shit-hole?
Burt: Just two, so far.
Leonard Shelby: Well, at least you're being honest about ripping me off.
Burt: Well, you're not gonna remember anyway.
Leonard Shelby: You don't have to be that honest, Burt.
Burt: Leonard, always get a receipt.
Leonard Shelby: Oh, yeah. I'm gonna write that down.
Natalie: Get rid of Dodd for me. Kill him. I'll pay you.
Leonard Shelby: Are you crazy? I'm not gonna kill someone for money.
Natalie: What then? Love? What would you kill for? You'd kill for your wife, wouldn't you?
Leonard Shelby: That's different!
Natalie: Not to me, I wasn't ****ing married to her!
Natalie: Tell me about her again.
Leonard Shelby: Why?
Natalie: Because you like to remember her.
Leonard Shelby: She was beautiful. To me, she was perfect.
Natalie: No, don't just recite the words. Close your eyes... and remember her.
Leonard Shelby: You can just feel the details. The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words. And you can feel these extreme moments... even if you don't want to. You put these together, and you get the feel of a person. Enough to know how much you miss them... and how much you hate the person who took them away.
Teddy: [checking Leonard's pulse] You're living.
Leonard Shelby: Only for revenge.
Leonard Shelby: I don't think they'd let someone like me carry a gun.
Teddy: I ****ing hope not.
Teddy: You don't know who you are anymore.
Leonard Shelby: Of course I do. I'm Leonard Shelby. I'm from San Francisco.
Teddy: No, that's who you were. Maybe it's time you started investigating yourself.
Leonard Shelby: There are things you know for sure.
Natalie: Such as?
Leonard Shelby: I know what that's going to sound like when I knock on it. I know that's what going to feel like when I pick it up. See? Certainties. It's the kind of memory that you take for granted.
Teddy: Was he scared?
Leonard Shelby: Yeah, I think it was your sinister moustache.
Leonard Shelby: I have this condition.
Teddy: [examining Jimmy Grantz] I hope it's not as serious as this guy because he's dead.
[Leonard opens the closet door to find a beaten and bloodied Dodd]
Leonard Shelby: Who did this to you?
Dodd: [puzzled] You did!
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