[running] Okay, so what am I doing? [sees man also running] I'm chasing this guy. [man shoots] Nope. He's chasing me.

I always thought the joy of reading a book is not knowing what happens next.

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different... Now... where was I?

I was the only guy who disagreed with the cops - and I had brain damage.

I don't even know how long she's been gone. It's like I've woken up in bed and she's not here... because she's gone to the bathroom or something. But somehow, I know she's never gonna come back to bed. If I could just... reach over and touch... her side of the bed, I would know that it was cold, but I can't. I know I can't have her back... but I don't want to wake up in the morning, thinking she's still here. I lie here not knowing... how long I've been alone. So how... how can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?

Facts, not memories. That's how you investigate. I know, it's what I used to do.

The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes. Does it?

[Looking down at the liquor bottle in his hands] I don't feel drunk.

Do I lie to myself to be happy? In your case, Teddy, yes, I will.

You sad, sad freak. I can say whatever the fuck I want, and you won't remember. We'll still be best friends. Or maybe even lovers.

Is that what your little note says? It must be hard living your life off a couple of scraps of paper. You mix your laundry list with your grocery list you'll end up eating your underwear for breakfast.

So you lie to yourself to be happy. There's nothing wrong with that. We all do it.

Someone has to pay, Lenny. Somebody always pays.

It's beer o'clock, and I'm buying.