She's gonna die... I'm gonna die... Everybody dies...
Carl, look at me.
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE... YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
She's gonna die... I'm gonna die... Everybody dies...
Carl, look at me.
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE... YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
Why don't we all just take a breath...
Why don't you just **** make yourself at home!
This isn't real! You're not real!
Your mind makes it real!
What are you? Why are you doing this to me?
Because your mind is so inviting.
His face!
How **** dare you come here!
I came to you, the person I'm supposed to trust most in the world, and I confided that I was scared to death. That I needed you. And you just didn't even listen to a word I was saying.
It's smiling at me. But not a friendly smile. It's the worst smile I've ever seen in my life. And whenever I see it, I just get this god-awful feeling like something really terrible is going to happen. I've never felt scared like I do when I see it.
They asked me to identify his body.
This thing feeds on trauma. You have it?! You're trying to pass it onto me?! [Leaps to his feet and backs away] GET AWAY FROM ME!
Twenty-five years of marriage and that's what I have left to remember him.