Dark City 1998 quotes

42 quotes · 8 characters
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Characters
Mr. Hand Richard O'Brien · 13 quotes
Mr. Book Ian Richardson · 3 quotes
Strangers 1 quote

Most scenes together: Detective Walenski & Inspector Frank Bumstead (4), John Murdoch & Detective Walenski (3), Dr. Daniel Schreber & Inspector Frank Bumstead (2)

Dark City quotes

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I've met quite a few murderers in the course of my work. Murdoch doesn't strike me as one.

Perhaps you are not accustomed to digging deep enough.

Well, I do know when someone is lying to me, Doctor.

Forgive me, Inspector, but you are not a clinician. Judging personalities happens to be my business.

Well, maybe you could give me a few pointers.

Certainly. Let's take you, for instance. You are a fastidious man, driven. Consumed by details. I would say your life is rather lonely.

I know this is gonna sound crazy, but what if we never knew each other before now... and everything you remember, and everything that I'm supposed to remember, never really happened, someone just wants us to think it did?

But how can that be true? I so vividly remember meeting you. I remember falling in love with you. I remember losing you. [pause] I love you John, you can't fake something like that.

No, you can't.

I was just thinking, what you do seems kind of dangerous right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer?

May

I don't. Why — you feeling any urges I should know about?

When was the last time you remember doing something during the day?

What do you mean?

I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory? You can't, can you? You know something? I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.

I'm dying, John. Your imprint is not agreeable with my kind. But I wanted to know what it was like — how you feel.

You know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn't me. Never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human. Well, you're not going to find it...[taps head] in here. You went looking in the wrong place.

We're very lucky, when you think about it.

I'm sorry?

To be able to revisit those places which have meant so very much to us.

I thought it was more that we were haunted by them.

Perhaps. But imagine a life alien to yours, in which your memories were not your own but those shared by every other of your kind. Imagine the torment of such an existence: no experiences to call your own. If it was all you knew, maybe it would be a comfort.

Mr. Wall

Do not fret, Anna. I will give you some more pretty things soon.

I'm not Anna.

Mr. Wall

You will be soon, yes.