Most scenes together: Doug Quaid & Lori Quaid (2), Doug Quaid & Melina (2)
If I'm not me, then who the hell am I?
How would I know? I just work here.
Speculate.
If I had to guess, all the trouble Cohaagen's taken to hide you from the Resistance, you must be fairly important. And with your skill set, I think it's highly doubtful you're his gardener.
Cohaa... Cohaagen's trying to hide me? Why are you trying to kill me? Talk!
Call it the seven-year-itch, Doug. Oh. And by the way, you haven't even *begun* to see me try to kill you!
Oh, shit. Lori.
Who?
It's my wife.
You're married?
It's safe to say we're separated.
Tell me what is going on? Talk! Or we can skip to "Until death do us apart."
I'm not your wife.
That's bullshit. We've been married for seven years.
I'm U.F.B. police intel, assigned to play your wife. Six weeks ago. I didn't even know you.
What are you talking about?
It's true. Your memory was erased, your mind was implanted with a life you think you've lived. You keeping up, baby? There is no Douglas :Quaid, there never was.
Are you saying I don't... This... Every... Our marriage...
What can I say? I give good wife.
Mr. Hauser, What is it you want?
I want to help you.
That is not the only reason you are here.
I want to remember.
Why?
So I can be myself, be who I was.
It is each man's quest to find out who he truly is, but the answer to that lies in the present, not in the past. As it is for all of us.
But the past tells us who we've become.
The past is a construct of the mind. It blinds us. It fools us into believing it. But the heart wants to live in the present. Look there. You'll find your answer.
Hauser, we've been looking for you.
Don't call me... My name is Doug Quaid. I was born August 29th. All right. I was raised by my mother. She died of cancer before my 15th birthday. I married my girlfriend when I was 29!
You were born April 29th. You were raised by your father, not your mother. He died before you were 15, but in a car crash. And believe me, you were most definitely not married.
Did you really think I'd let you leave without a kiss goodbye?
Everyone seems to know me, but me.
Hey, Robo-dick, that's mine!
The past is just a mental construct.
Trust me, baby, you're gonna wish you had three hands.
You might want to give your little girlfriend a kiss goodbye. As long as she doesn't mind where those lips have been.
